this and that

Wires, lines, criss-crossing vines

Intertwining into the inters of our beings.

For the first time we're seeing,

things we took for granted,

as our eyes grazed the mere surface of placid possibilities past.

A swarming buzz of movement underground.

Stop for a second and hear those sounds.

Reverberations of a new tone, 

dancing like blazing dragons on top of your dome.

Sometimes it's easier to turn around and go back to the comforts, 

but you'd be missing out on life's first flirts.

They flip you and fly you to newer heights, 

just let your fingers tip the top of the rainbow kites.

Minds blow.

Take it slow.

Enjoy.

Rinse.

Repeat.