Spirit

of? what? euphoria, melancholy they tug on opposite ends with the puppet obeying each whim. there you go again, and the camel must walk across another stretch of bare land.

a man can believe anything, if he puts his mind to it. dots become symbols, becomes religion, becomes myth, becomes reality - reality parts when the insensible beats up logic, passion rules, passion is flawed

(pug muses) howdy temptress who eases my burden, a little pleasure surely in this game of sticks and carrots while the snotty folks pretend they are something better but everyone knows the rules, the fairness of life is arbitrary and everyone gives their best smile to the boss man!

they whispered, coaxed, nudged of love fallen, hexed, decimated, they showed, told, displayed of thrones gotten, gold made, diamond stolen, they gave of visions, of lust fulfilled, greed obtained when pleasure is above suffering, when right is simply a narration

pokes fun at knowledge, do not drag me towards the wishing well. such lofty dreams, what wonders await said knowledge to the ostrich stuck so deep within sands it barely perceives the current time, and what for?

a meaningless truth versus a sweet lie, ah a sweet lie it is! when the pleasure courses through veins, when the stomach moans in delight, when the brain shoots off dopamine to the moon, when the heart flutters like it has never seen love,

is what you wear, not who you are, but the surface is what is seen and feels real, of course it is real when the audience applaud at that latest skin, mask being worn even though you gleefully see

warmth locked, then erased like it had never been there. eyes met at one time, a soft glance then a quick turnaround like fishes nibbing at tails, then darting forth to rocks and corals

a nod, curtsy, a gesture to signify something missed, and barely touches the heart even though the mirror reflection played out to perfection. a point of view, a paradigm shift or not one when throwing pebbles is no

white slate and whispers of gold, diamond, you are THE star! and sure, the kid absorbs this knowledge as truth, for what is truth but something uncontested and believed.