Reconciled with potentials of sly wit, a
Diminutive diet of intent, burgeoning undersea.
Our recurrent ability, a mysterious memory.
Still angling for the crippling kick.
Kung-fu-fighting quite pithily summed
With a tang of illusory nature.
The key for us–gravity is operational,
As little hops of waking awareness sometimes, know.
We’re suddenly weightless on the border of two worlds.
A spray of leaves clutched against
The other hemisphere of sham and suction.
In an electric breeze of wonder,
A phantom conclusion protrudes.
Gleaming out of the shadows,
Rehashing wisdom in two places at once.
On the other side–