And absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air lifted ground
as outer space filled inner spirits!
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?

Zero.

Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than less than zero.

Words.

The devil’s insidious plot to madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look down upon
we might see the super-structure of reality then.

What then?

HORROR.

In spring’s sweet season, when the earth is drenched
With mud and rain, the little balloon-man
Hobbles along, and in a voice that’s clenched
He whistles far and wee, a curious plan

And Eddie and Bill come running from play
Their marbles and their games now cast away
For in the air, a strange delight does sway
And in the heart, a thrill that wants to stay

When the world is drenched in wonder-pools
The queer old balloon-man takes to his tools
Whistling far and wee, he seems a fool
But in his eyes, there’s wisdom, for he rules

Betty and Isbel come dancing along
Skipping and jumping, the world’s now a song
For in their hearts, they feel a wondrous throng
A sense of joy that nothing could go wrong

And then there comes the goat-footed man
Whistling far and wee, like he’s part of a clan
His voice sends shivers, like a part of a plan
And in our souls, we feel a change that began

In spring’s sweet season, when the world is new
The balloon-man comes, a friend that’s true
Whistling far and wee, he makes our hearts renew
And in his presence, all things become askew

:: 03.16.2023 ::