6 MINUTES

6 minutes to go,,,
and come again.
Joe stepped off the platform,
his life whizzed by
reflected in fragmenting ether,
and shards of splintered glass.
He plunged downwards,
definitions sway in the balance
and falling angels
dovetail into endless possibilities.

The sixth level is a cliff-hanger,
like an express-ticket
dealt from the bottom of the deck.

Christmas lights shimmer
in fantasmagorical illusions,
which allude to a childhood
sprung from the pages of mystery books,
that were lived and never written.

MERRY CHRISTMAS and a Happy Near Year!