In our senses, a fleeting glimpse
Into the carpet-cloud-realm, where lives all known beauty.
We find ourselves in a pungent, yet flashing
Touch of incandescent freedom that rushes the body:
Heart skips- (like rocks
skimming a tranquil pond’s open
surface) -its rate palpitates
as the wings of a hummingbird.
in the chest.
Beauty blows through
The lifted system before the psychic
Has time to fully cogitate or capture the entire aesthetic of
What happened. how unlikely that beauty
Could be recognized by the senses, rather
Seized and captivated in the heart's locket-