Endless sights set on tempest structures.
I land on nests of straw glistening off shoots of The New Jerusalem's gold.
Sprays of paradise's treasure soak into the blood, sweat and tears' efforts as dreams of a seagull morph into great Eagle medicine.
The simplest glide; kids' kites…euphoric highs; break through records…and common is for granted - taken and not seen.
The color of a blossom it comes down to. The smile of a lover it strives for.
Ups and downs. Life is extremities.
Blatant attention is due.
Now.
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