Blithe spirit travels
on the sunbeam
On ten thousand dust
particles
Transports to a
mysterious destination
Open mouth – inhales
Enraptured, captured
by the spirit
“Why now – why me?”
He happily acknowledges
Today Fate is my
bride -
I shall tarry, romp
and ride
The joyous overtones
of merriment.
Accolades heaved,
success acknowledged
Feverish, he decides,
almost concurs
Was it all
perception, or reality?
Its stamp is tough
and lasting
Computer space awarded,
the victor
With open arms he/she
is received
Believed until the
battery dies down
Then the silent
shadow vanished
with the sinking sun.
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