Jun 012018
The indiscretion of small seeds and hugs.
See me hidden, barely visible at least, almost under a rug.
I rage with the happiness of fools, the delight of wise wonders and the ecstasy of scientific saints.
The spring within me flourishes, trickles, runs, dances and stands upright like supreme voltage arcing from earth to sky.
The colors of multi-rainbows, heathen bright sparks, and heartfelt dissuasions.
Hurled happy forwardness.
Bold and unknowing of duress.
The sparkle, iridescence, of gods.