Brain Storm

Pretend by igniting that fire –

The imagination you left behind in childhood

Wide open and wonderful and unskeptical

(Except concerning rules)

The mind that built kingdoms and crushed them underfoot,

Punished the bad and rewarded the good,

Cleanly separate without the gray of experience

To muddy the waters of justice.

Swing from the rope and pause precariously

Over the green water

To watch the fish swim below you

Until you crash through their ceiling

And invade their world

With a hundred thirty pounds of flesh.

Nothing but a loud splash and

Ripples that bounce off the shore

To signal your invasion.


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About bgm1969

This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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