Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

You had me at halo

An idea,
Fells the icicle;
Shatters like
A mirror.
Impulse increases,
The insects
Creep and crawl
Like lost jewels.
A joke of a
Journey to an
Island called earth,
To grow.
To join the normals.
To judge them all.
Ink blots and
Crazy jails
Invention and
Transparency, like
Jellyfish gliding,
Exposes insurance.
To die, to jam
God's fingers and
Fly on gilded wings,
And be free
Of the cage
Known as body.
Dreams, they are.

2-12-10


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