A Polite Earthquake

The light air around me brings a lift to my heartbeat.  I hum a tune in my mind that becomes a symphony.  I work to see a different reality that is not a tsunami.  Earthquakes rock The Earth, and rock me to sleep almost a continent away.  This is the time for prophecy, but I find jellybeans in the jubilee.  Images strike a pose, and CNN loses its feed and lights on the set.  I know that it is my Indy bestie.  It is okay that I do not see the darkness as property.  Possession is the L word that the Line Deputy speaks to me.  I am here and he CAN see.  Maybe even nuclear threat does not even scare all of you because you are demonic to the core.  None of you will look in the actual, and virtual, mirror The West coast is rocked today by the bulls rushing in our economy, total bankruptcy.  It is all imagery.   I look up to the sky and I see the beginning of a rainbow.  It is okay to not be, but it is time to observe all that is.  There is something happening here.  Maybe it is time to listen to the song that puts that in your memory.