capture utopia

and forget one thing, psst - you. moving along with the waves a pendulum wild, stands on tip toes like a ballerina waltz across the hall and a hall that waltzes with you seems like there is no movement as earth spins lazily on an axis meeting you half way. across chasms, past oceans, ice breaks - cracks with many crystals rushing towards that great big vortex! end of time, a ballerina halts, stares in stupor realizing that all this while, no movement has been made; tensed body cramps up - a scream, a wave burst forth from deep within and earth's overpowering force rushes up expels into eyes frantic, throat squeezes mighty like like a spasm: chasms are crossed tip toe be dainty like touch crystals forever trapped in this winter. cold, so very cold - stiff lips, swollen legs squatting unkempt untidy coarse and the earth stood still. beats, the hall slows to a halt, lifts one foot up tentatively to climb heaven's staircase materializing shimmering - capture perfection before the slow dull drift drift as tides move, lives go about their daily business and winter sighs, ;lovely crystals no more rushes on downstream as kids pee and poop in this once nearly perfect state.