Gently rocking me into my new golden dreams.

As strung out and lit as the twilight denizens.

Uncertain with exactly what we’ll walk away with but raising the stakes nonetheless with our daily decisions.

Following me to the scrappy corners of empty rooms…nary a worrisome thought dears, I keep making my light brighter.

Letting us know it’s going to be fun, elegant and a little galvinizing for those thrill seekers.

They don’t just affect you, they infect you.

Simply trying to stay human in this bizarre perfection ritual earth dwellers.

Running off consensus, in company with our denials.

It’s all I’m in charge of…be the light, the rest is between them & god

Made from wisdom, not of wounds.