THE CUSP OF CHANGE

What can one say? For forever in a day? I am at once again drawn between the auspices of comfort and distilled chaos, a semblance of a person imprisoned by destiny that same destiny that sets him free...and he's a remnant of a man, or the boy I once was, how chaos would strum it's daily tune attuning me to it's chords and rhythms as he became a child of it, born to run free in the streets that I owned like a tyrant free tycoon, nature was mine, as she led me into the hallowed regions of memory, catering to the dreamstate of ionic hope, flickering in the atmosphere like a giant orange and red sky Borealis lightstream snake slithering in the night sky. And there they was too, recipient in all of this of an eternal day too, multiple eternities, eternal day eternal night, carnivorously feasting on the remnants of each other's twilight scope in the twilight hopes retained in the things that feast in hollowed hallowed memories, enunciated in a dance that only stars and satellites could see indeed. 

And as a child, I held the sun in my palm and whispered it beckoning it to shine brighter soon...as summer would arrive scarcely missing a beat the night was rich with light and laughter. How nature could cause us to see it's scope expressed in the eventful apogee of hope too.  Hope enough to fill the sky with dreams of auspicious august, at the cusp of change.