The Peep show
of the Moonlight Milkshake Stars
and the Bubble of Eternity in the Unborn Void
of Everything we love
means nothing but more and more
spicy, mind over matter surprises.
Don’t be fooled.
The milky juice of everything
is spilling over, door to door,
up and down, a madplay
of promise, spinning all of us
into one song of soft breathing.
And it’s very sunny
this snowy morning.
