The Sum of Cycles.
In every stream
Laughing is two-fold.
Laugh of hearts,
Twisting joy, of cackles that turn your sides.
Laugh of heads,
Mind and subtleness, connects is every way
Churning poignant tides.
You put in the time
Time tides and fragile melancholy
Folded by the streams of laughter
Spits you out bundled, confused and high.
The end is nigh.
It’s ok to feel
The love between the lie
Step into its shoes
A little bit blue.
Run riot, run rouge, run to the sun
Apocalyptic calm resembles the eye
That shields the storm in this teacup.
But the streaming tea makes everything better
And weeping resembles the thunder.
I don’t speak in all your tones
But in every stream that downs your lows
Go with ‘the line’
Its ok, its fine.
Fears of this fall?
What this kaleidoscope recalls.