My illusion is grand today.
It presents a new quotient of thrills.
An infinite amount of space to fill.
Another chance to find the way.
Buildings sky and people’s faces.
Some things of beauty I must turn away.
Artificial simulations provide no grace.
The magic floats rose upon the grey.
Armed with cannons of illusory invention
I aim trajectory to further bounds.
This grand facade of surface tension.
Is coming down.
A neutron bomb of beauty comes.
To vaporize the pomp and fluff
Leave behind only the true one.
My diamond in the rough.
I do a lot of scraping on the carbon hardened surface.
This imaginary protocol of modern life.
Just below the impenetrable crust lies the interminable purpose.
Deep deep dreams, dolphins at the bottom of the ocean, my wife.