conjurer

And I pick up a pen, on reflex, grab a sheet and there we go. Incredulous, as the sheer stupidity returns. Second to none in building chimera's for my own consumption, I can build an image of utter nonchalance, of sheer bravado, of disappointment, of dejected solitude, of exhilarating joy, of magical love and in a matter of minutes or sometimes hours I start mirroring the chimera and living in it.

across the white flake vapors of the clouds

a weightless soul was floating

agape wide eyed at the bright sunlight

the clear blue skies melting

a little child encumbered forever in a grown man's cloak