a white as sparkling fantasy
dropt from the sealing
into my plate
and shaked the walls
into my dinner
a narrow passage
to a lower land
of higher themes
and deeper destinations
where as tears
fall almost never
they are cried
with the softness
of a child
a rising up
Increasing brightness
speading senses
for beauty
as passion sets its alight
a forever falling
into a porselain skin
guided by the sound
of a shred plate
as dinner covers the carpet