Humble artist, shine your light on

the world of worlds.

A fashion show in all its ceremonial glory,

Preaches about the encroaching 

deadlines of life.

Poised for a wedding,

captured and still,

detail makes beauty.

View the tiny marks,

tails upon tails.

Of questions and answers

“Why do we do it?”

Amongst the chatting crowd, 

between rooms five-hundred to now,

I stand on the shoulders of

a man, who I know;

Yet, I cannot trust to lead me 

through unscathed.

I am carried up above, black light,

eating my molecules

above the worlds, beyond the gods