Life is a series of settingsvignettes in the parlor of being
arrangements in fashion of notion
the style of time
the afflictions of an era
the addictions of a creature
mad about style
or maybe just mad...
I can't make it stopit thrills me to the bone
it oozes through my every pore
it wakes me in the slumber
it shines in my eye
and fills my very aura
with light
