In ellipses stress, the world presses in.

Too much nonsense and noise to start sorting anything out…

.. except .. here and there, a blue box, a mad man, or hatter, a cat grinning,

or a boy who lived…

a girl with skin the color of snow.. two brothers hunting…

a god of thunder, a great pumpkin, just this once… everyone lives…

words of a time ago, a poem on screen, written in pixels, but paper as well, I meant what I said and I said what I meant… hope lives here…

the things that bring us back, connect our hearts, across oceans and language, they phone home… home…

while green means go, yellow means go really really fast…

hiding in the last realm of magic…

down the trail where the red bull chased them so long again…

scattered to the jagged edges of the ‘verse that never was…

they were… and ever shall be our friends…  those moments…

supah … man…

cry now, but be better inspired, be more of you, those things that tug your heartstrings are not mere entertainment, they inspire, chide, supply with hope hearts too pained by reality..

You can fight your way to the castle beyond the goblin city…

because you are a million lives more than you, every rogue and poet, every warrior and tinker, every one… and of all of us… the most… human…

fail, fall, flee, and still you are you… no fate but what you make…

and in that time… should you need us…

muses .. sweet reminders of the spirits within…

I leave them here in the ellipses… a pause for you to fill… a space we might share… for the span of a dream

 

 

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