Sparkling to the core

Tension

Scope, camera zoomed from inside the eyes of the lowest bird

trekking from the inside of a black space ship

through red buddha we sing

we open packages and containers that bring

arriving one leg shorter than the other

balance.

Life stuffs. 

RELEASE the hatch labeled "real men love Jesus".

 start the homestead.

Put the pickles in the pickle jar.

The bed inside the tent. 

The tent inside the shade.

The orientation of the campsite inside a box 

A box labeled safe.

we surround a fire that contains us

we fury around a sparkle in our core

together.

Yellow bus

a neon yellow line flowing through Wisconsins capillaries extending all the way to the top of the hill 

Deck 7

One of the wizards shares

blinking loud, pulsing explosions from the next

conclusions before questions that never come.

the blue balloon is filled with pure joy

by a wizard so sad when the balloon escapes him

("Snake Farm" deflating balloon sound) 

behind the stage, behind the ski slope

6 story tall hands hold a book 

Page with this days sky

turning to the next.

 night sky,

lick fingers to grip the paper and turn again.

Moon.

Tingling so.

Air is pigment

pigment swells and hopes to pick us up

Mercurys gravity.

we stand shoulders against air

like a baby standing against gravity.

for as long as we can hold it off.

For as long as we can balance in reverse.

TENSION.

until we stumble. Mother comes and picks us up.

Cool air beneath our arms.

we put our arms out and glide

RELEASE.

a moment

elastic.

stretching all the way to the end.