Into the light of awareness.
Becomes the metaphor and cause in One.
My young, boy self has become my Earthly father.
My heavenly Father, surrounds the constant accumulations of details and options.
Before Christ. The sight of one’s own feet. Seven years in a broken mirror. Spirits hanging pictures in the hallways. Force feeding mechanical security to helpless creatures. Preying upon ideas.
Fastballs from the sky. Guardians tempered by light only. The rapid rates of changing scenario wax and wane like the combinations of breath and moon.
Blue blanket of sky meet the red orange gravy of planetary core.
Preserved in the corresponding reactions of the cosmic comics. Shepherds, dinosaurs and games.