temporal tap dance on cloud 9

all the bitter things can fade without a moment’s
hesitation
when melody sets in
when tones thought so comfortable to the one in pain
flood the room---
these notes, tunes, rhythms bring one to the special places
the minute seconds of one’s life
where one wishes it would last forever &
the tears of joy can enter in
where the covering of the face is sometimes essential
because such bliss can be embarrassing
creating thoughts like
everything’s gonna be ok &
inside the pushing away of everything trying to slowly
eat
at
you &
a rush of exciting sensations giggle their way into the veins
pumping in the heart a new lightening fire &
where there was once a great passion lacking
there now is a great one growing &
out through the fingertips
glowing like E.T
stretching out to touch that of a loved one
stretching out to make a new acquaintance
stretching out to link up communication again
with the world that almost had been
left---
teetering on the brink
we’re teetering on the brink of something new
every time the bitter things fade
every time they pass
if but for only a few moments &
if we could just fold them up to keep them stashed away in our
pockets
until they were needed again
then that would be a wonderful turn of
events---
this identification of the extent to which out brains
the extent to which our emotions can fluctuate &
produce more things beyond the mere survival of our
ancestors,
we pass on, all in the blink of an eye
until all the bitter things pop right back.