Raise them,
Screams the leviathan, the hammer swings swift in the wind.
The hushed rush of oxygen, as it takes your breath away,
alas, to give it back.
So give it slack,
Enough to fly the kites, bring smiles to tykes on them cherry red trikes.
Feel the spike, pleasure pain and back again,
laughing on the edge of the insane,
I see the other side of the universe as pure white light,
I shot my dreams to the night sky,
and stars dot the divide.
Three cheers for the bridges.
I'm diminished, I've served this existence, as gift mixed with penance,
something relentless, the tales in past tenses, see me swinging for the fences,
intense intent is iridescent...grow glow go go go
And all I need to increase the speed, is to release the need to feed,
hence right now is right now,
nice now, noise low, lights down, lounge sound,
Bongo beats bring peace like Paris cobblestone streets,
Poet beatspeak muzzles on the aspiration mask
get high on deep gasps, get high on deep gasps
to relax, to enjoy,
the inevitable passing of time.