glitter

like a diamond, pretend it is not what you want it makes you look humble, false humility does you wonders! shaking your head, eyes downcast, your heart races at the prize of being up and above, held for all to see, to gaze while the lips flap about, creating smoke and mirrors, as always, your shadow plays along already being able to dance in tune with your soul to an admiring crowd captivated at the logic, the twist and turns of who all this came to be, glaring, stern looking, serious affairs all this is when an accusation sounds to be a poke, poke, poke, do not poke the bear thus the benign smiles continue to make merry, they all rather play around, act ignorant than call out, even when the metaphysical bears a burden heavy on something inside, it is hard to discern when the enchantment is deep, the words are flowery, being held to be the benchmark sure feels good, too good really ... ... a wrinkle in the forehead, don't do that! it takes away that glitter, glittering away, like a morning star whose brilliance is awaited by all living, to take that energy, to take that heat, to be alive, to drink, to make merry, pivotal in all ways, pay, paid, a swipe of a card and the next smile goes to the highest bidder.