throughout the invisible world

                                       where i exist

       is there much rejoicing, yes, yes there is

i talk it to the trees and through their extensive root system i think they must together shift things around until they go my way, for i am heard in green lush silence

the sun not sick outside my window, but kind, peaceful, consistent, just a little warm to counter ocean breeze

love is an adoring spotlight, shines so bright, showcasing attributes, talents, kindnesses, and the greater one's capacity to love, the wider the heart, the brighter the light shines, sharper, narrower, fixed

                    so later, when it's switched off, no one sees

              hey, that's not so very bright over there hey

        hey, those attributes, talents, kindness, sure but also, shadows, dimming, imbalances perhaps          quieter perhaps, considering levels of wickedness each down separate paths

 

hey, hey sorry for the blinding light, must've been hard to see, hard to look

                                                                                      i have turned it inward, not off, yes i am surprised at my enjoyment, my pure bliss, of being invisible in a transient town of language experts, transplants, troops, travelers and rich elders, me just living my work, which i am oh so good at, arts, light in light places, shining in, shining anew, welcomed, missed