Hazy Acres

Telescopes 

Reading inside a joke

Made of stars

Dusty matter

Breaking limbs on the curve of their moon 

Slowly moving through a grid

Once where existed a more vibrant habitat 

Life loud how it can be vivacious 

When we say things 

Inside a tiny portion of ourselves

Operating as if something else 

Is operating 

Us 

Destination made of air 

Significantly living in a higher vibration 

Tasked to seek 

Yet never have to understand 

Or listen 

It has been said before now 

Turn up your witnesses 

And it will shower the days with running colors 

Together down the long canvas 

Noises soft in the delivery 

Doors and floors and walls and ceilings 

Shadows behind the fan 

Sunlight movies

Admissions are free

Believing is free

Imaginations and so on 

Down a corridor with white sands 

Roots in the hardwood 

Outer layer containing a hundred years worth 

Small to big chances 

Movement in the moments 

And it stirs invisibly 

Doing as doing does 

Steps to the sea 

Where we swim outside the water 

In the mid sky 

Over the waves 

Waving to the surfers 

As this star was born 

Slow motion somersaults 

In a slow motion life 

Living in the speeds of light