the brain melts end over end like a candle in the void of time,
constantly dripping, never ending, it urges and cycles to points of rare continuity –
flashes of everything appearing to just about be okay.
falling faster as gravity takes its solemn grip,
wasting away the sprite’s production.
re-cycling to a more logical center
something that echoes when it rings.
sharp growths of large magnitude will provoke an evolution,
if for no better reason than to try it.
life is manifesting beautifully,
through positive tendencies.
awakening the giant will bring many surprises,
but along with the boom will sure come a bust.
another man’s treasure is another man’s lust.
we cannot escape this prison of space.
play games to win more time,
and you’ll do all right.