getting old is an "outer-space" way of the flesh to transformand keep transformingand the spiral goes down goes up and in an endless cycle and every freedom is a transforming universe
horizon full of daisiesendless possibilitiesa thread from a cocoon
silk or butterfly in its own way
and there should be light in the dark of fearand there should be sparks and fairies and bells and celebrationan andless liberationin a field of dreams
shine