That’s when they are needed.
Up until that heavier moment,
Where demons sing dark intentions,
Mirrors are turned inwards
To show multiple projections of self and
The music switches to smashed symphonies,
You should breathe.
Draw in the free invisibles
Allow the gerbil jibber-jabber to fill your being and swim,
Backstroke along your blue lines.
Give them the moment to sing for the sun.
Place into their eager paws the joy of leaping through their own stratosphere.
Up and up to sponge cake moons,
Around the lactose free Milky Way.
Away, away, just for this day!