Meteor shower tears, opaque canvas
Her flowing, evening gown shimmered so bright
At the center of those cloudy nebulae white
Black hole pupil, planet iris eyes
What the matter, my dear?
Our conversation midst
an oblivious summer midnight crowd
Humming passer byes, 4 wheeled fireflies
Their eyes fixed on terra cotta ground
“O Brion, fasten your belt
for the ride
Quite ambitious of you,
child
To embrace and observe, why
And all ‘tis that I do”
Talent portion of the show
Tap dancing illuminates and magic tricks
Silent songs, symphony stringed spiral
Movement No. 6:
Chaos in the Key of B
Harmony
No swimming for suits
She holds the cards
We, Pisces in a Starry Night
Her Van Gogh fish
“Not a rendezvous
Kiss the wind, any time
any continuum
your space, well as mine”
Endless beauty pageant
One contestant competing herself
Parading the grand stage
Amongst billions of spotlights
But, how many viewers?
I gazed the twinkle in her eye
she’d always win 1st prize
Then, gave me a smile
Just for a little, eternal while
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