I keep a crystal ball in my pocket—
for emergency purposes, you see…
For if I ever forgot it, it would seldom be beneficiary—
to any situation,
or circumstance of rhyme,
I do it to remember,
I’m never trapped in any single frequency of mind.
I fall upwards,
in silhouettes of mixtures of scented pine.
I burn leaves to warm the elder traditions of all shaped kind.
On a walk,
through my memory,
of a past lane,
I saw bumpers on the tracks,
helping me bowl a better game.
I thank myself quickly—
Well, thanking above, of course,
but sometimes, somehow,
I then generate the feeling of remorse…
For who am I to get a free pass from the hippy at the back door?
Lucky or greedy for setting up my own mental reward?
Instant Manifestation Nation