Cycles of Life and Death

Bubbling a bubbler....  
now moving on to molding dense putty, firmly,
with warm flesh while knawing
on juicy chewing gum.  
The pleasurable breeze mixes with the warm
sun and all is well.  
Hypnotic sounds of vacuums, birds,
and rustling leaves meld together cyclically
like orbiting masses.  
Bugs are getting zapped by a light
as I observe in a trance....  
I am these bugs igniting and fading away.