Another one of those days when it is difficult to not disappear. Life is great. Friends are great. Weather is great.
And then, things become too great. Uncontainable. Over-flowing. A silent, holy volcano. Instead of bursting, we vanish.
Something else fills the cup in front of you.
You are at a loss for something to ask for, at a loss for even a desire.
No one knows it except for you. No one feels it but you. Your shoes cease to touch the ground. What ground?
The mood . . . Pristine. Above everything else. Nothing to possess.
A dream, yes.
But a dream – with teeth.
The Infinite 