Portage, straining eagerly the uphill. Ride, having lost the urge to go faster. Relentless in the will to step back from the edge of cliff, sanity and complex pursuance. Stammering in lasting attempt to say something funny and make the Queen laugh. Applause is offered by them who admission was unrequired. The donks and dunks, flips and plunks make the day one which should have been recorded. Separated from the pack, hovering back because blending is beyond reason.

Puzzled, they laughed at my straight face not knowing the seriousness of the moment. Wishing secretly, we had taken the back stairs, as new kids we thought it all fancy. In plum and purple the dark light was truly maddening. Even our egos refused to be defused in the darkness all was apparent, no matter how masterfully we remained hidden. Conjecture of the next prefecture was rampant as daylight was basted in pitch. We hoped for the best all the while wishing for better.

Leaning on the trellis, climbing to the forbidden realms of the starless dream. Tennis shoes only reasonable for hiking spun in the sand, refusing to stand firm in the footing above us. At least we prayed while most of them stayed in the confines of rules and good behavior. But, in that pregnant moment was birthed the child of our imagination. Colorful as rainbows in spotlight we danced while diamonds fell from her hair into midnight. The path was steep, the leap beyond our will but somehow the courage had found us.

Some to avoid, some to bathe in the sunbeams of circumstance. We forgot more than we thought we’d remember. Relinquishing the reigns suddenly the ruts are too narrow to hold me. Crashing through forests unventured the ropes and the leather creak in harmonious madness. Sharing our definition of appropriation, we steal and call it borrowing or brotherly kindness. The margin was written in error. Down, too long to count we fell into those things we thought we had been escaping.