Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The Norms of Ecstasy

Sunlight on silvery threads
thin spider webs
small laughing
swinging, smiling
learning to travel
movement unstoppable
even in death
a change of form
a silver thread
connecting destinations
singing little sunlight sparks
baby spiders flying on light
carrying information
stored data
pulsating energy
not seen
by tired eyes and broken dreams
light encoded filaments
magic not dependent on technology
a lost world
a Land Before Time

Those who never left
marvel at the theft
squeezed into a box
tall tales
those who have returned
to the norms of ecstasy
a distant and forgotten
always there in the library
for those who yearn
for adventure

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