Thursday, August 26, 2010 (a poem)

Package at doorstep 
means you, excited,
scurry up wooden steps.
News: your red
plastic Halo Megablocks
arrived, finally
lifting gloom
to forgotten heights.


Play as long
as you can.
Play, but also
sing to them,
leave no note,
not one,
held inside 


Let your red
Halo song symphony
burst out of nothingness,
divine in delight
each figure making
something out of nothing,
in your mind,
with energy sublime.

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