I seize the evening blaze
as I manage to open an eye
and vacate my bladder
to the visitor in the night-scape;
yippee, yonder Northern Lights
undulating serpentine.
In my head,
every bar, every note.
In my soprano ecstasy
a chorus of falsettos,
winging the stellar cue,
blowing out my brains.
Can this be transfiguration,
roller coaster buddy?
No hands, no safety net,
no fear of falling as we skip
quantum riptides in a universe
entirely gone ballistic
Reconstituted United Peoples,
in flips and twirls a dancing,
a human cosmic keyboard
of let's buggy from now
till the 13th of August,
You and Eye in Seventh Heaven
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