Temporal Tap Dance On Cloud 9

all the bitter things can fade without a moment’s hesitation when melody sets in when tones thought so comfortable to the one in pain flood the room--- these notes, tunes, rhythms bring one to the special places the minute seconds of one’s life where one wishes it would last forever & the tears of joy can enter in where the covering of the face is sometimes essential because such bliss can be embarrassing creating thoughts like everything’s gonna be ok & inside the pushing away of everything trying to slowly eat at you & a rush of exciting sensations giggle their way into the veins pumping in the heart a new lightening fire & where there was once a great passion lacking there now is a great one growing & out through the fingertips glowing like E.T stretching out to touch that of a loved one stretching out to make a new acquaintance stretching out to link up communication again with the world that almost had been left--- teetering on the brink we’re teetering on the brink of something new every time the bitter things fade every time they pass if but for only a few moments & if we could just fold them up to keep them stashed away in our pockets until they were needed again then that would be a wonderful turn of events--- this identification of the extent to which out brains the extent to which our emotions can fluctuate & produce more things beyond the mere survival of our ancestors, we pass on, all in the blink of an eye until all the bitter things pop right back.