Wake, heat in the stomach,
Sit, heat in the mind,
run around later, afterburn of body,
sun, let us be one,
Melt, transfixed by reality,
these people, each have a diff. one,
And inside, i've seen, bubbles rising to the sky,
with people inside them, riding rainbow HIGHways,
each to their own, and blowing away,
gaining some vantage point, at loss for a stay,
and each only wanting, really one thing,
knowing or unknowing, to be burst,
a technicolor explosion, of regroup, wait, not enough material,
but still this aerial dance does take place,
and while a race it is not,
I still want you to be near me today,
or tied from who-knows-where,
to right here in my gut,
so i can sometimes say 'sup.
And then pop your bubble too.
The mist and spray won't hurt,
but the exposure may do a number on your skin,
a good number, like 5/4 timing,
And then a jig to break into this light/dark cycle,
and drawn form from below, the heat moves to feet.
The very air around you, like this let it be sweet.
Finally, hotness moves to sun,
and the day raisers work is done,
all worth it for one themselves not rising up,
At least, this made my morning a lot more fun!

Lord! to be one, with everything let us be one.

Thumbs up to that..