Frigid lights

A blue butterfly

Walks into a car

Of cherry hailstorms.

Dots of light come floating up,

Whisking, whorling, wandering,

August, and then another.

I'm sinking, a serene tiger

Approaches.

Boxes of hoops and clocks

Pile upon each other, they

Burn into a fragrant mist

Of dandelion discs.

Manifest. Manifest! I command thee, Manifest!!

Mother Earth is calm,

But she deceives.

Father Time is full of angst,

And cannot keep watch.

Algid. Arctic. Chilly. Frigid. Snappy.

Coldish air nips at a barren cube

Of red herrings.

Once more I see the tiger,

Across the lake. Blue and green streams

Of night lights.

Pillars of buttery steel fall from the ground

Looking down, he bursts. Into Song.

The notes flow along

Uncharted streams

Following the train

Of a forgotten thought.

Yellow. Oval. Chrome.

And now perdition is lost.

Paradise once was; in a watery cave

Kubla Khan cries out.

The butterfly flaps,

The lights whisper;

A feline commands the goddess be still.

A ringing clock,

A cube of herrings.

Now It manifests!

And all of God's grand glory is seen from within to without.

But the second passes,

Now but a moment,

Forever lost.

Forever alone.