sublime

sublime

breathless

leaves shimmer
flutter
glowing
ripples of light
shattering
scattering
across the nameless
miraculous

transparency by day
opaque by night

iluminata
sonata
of peaks and lapses
it seems
but that would mean
i left...

and entered
a  manu factory
where plastic trees
are worshipped
as the real thing

and eating plastic bananas
day after day after day
leaves one very very hungry

swing low brother me

jump off the words,
set down that "thought"
for just an instant

and see what you aren't
and never were

as isn't

without the car
the motor is still running

and the car never did
run on gasoline