Play Time

Time to play in the fields when the sun shines brighter than the moon oh days of summer hiding stars super stars nova supernova birth of new galaxies and many a mind inside many an idea in faraway galaxies universes parallel and perpendicular with shadows of the slogans and cheers of leaders who dances by the sides of playing grounds and confusion and rejection in the states of dry lands and cattle in a state of depressed jubilation when there is nothing else that one can do but make a choice to be happy instead and that is a story that one wishes to tell everyone else in the middle of dancing wavering flames cooking the meat of a conversation that rotates on a rod held in place with two arms of iron or silver on both sides of the fire rotating, rotating showing the other side of truth and the coin and the justice on the other side of the story with a shoe on one foot that belonged to someone else a long time ago before the birth of Cinderella and Jacques D who climbed up the long tresses ha, ha, hair of Rapunzel who had her head held in position on a chalice near the window all the time drying her hair wearing a mask with the face of a laughing someone or the laughing face of someone else trying to show some meaning in the mere existence of the smile or herself and to prove to the world that she indeed was, is, has been and will always be worthy of the shadow and perhaps a few more too when the time is right for she thinks she is better than all or everyone that she has known in her life all along riding bicycles chewing on bright green crystals of Ferrous Sulphate with their breaths smelling like iron, spinach and pomegranate juice either directly or indirectly