Instinct  

Life is so much more, this interstellar
weave of angel speech, fluid spin
of harmonies, a raucous dance of
resonant sound.  Melancholy sighs
of dripping days streamed by, the
same paths generating different
jaded endings- ALL at ONCE.
Realize with sanctity- the future is
only THIS fleeting, bursting radiant
shattered star- falling across the indigo
night, illuminating sight an arc of
electric white.

© 2006 Ryan Baier