
In The Bubble
let me into your hemisphere
of intersecting realities set ablaze
by greenhouse gas emissions igniting with lighting rage
so that i may explore, exhale, and explode
into a thousand tiny clusters, filled with delicate ambiance
colliding and compounding into visceral feelings
in free flowing air, i am elevated…
above harsh hunger pains
and the sad, small, sultry violin
playing in the corners of my subdued mind
your bubble takes me to a place
where everything is fine
a place still affected by the troubles of mankind…
but in its own way exceeding the sublime
let me into your dense hemisphere
of intersecting realities set ablaze
where freedom is trapped in a rusty cage
Love always, Esha ❤