It was a peripheral disturbance he was used to.
A gentle movement at the sides of his eyes.
It was like frolicking faeries were dancing and
Waving to gather his attention.
It calmed his mind. Relaxed his fists to hands.
If he closed his eyes the universe would…
Pause…in its ever chaotic need to find enough
White to elegantly dance around its furious contrast.
Every tiny molecule,
All the Giants of the universe and
Whatever lies between
Become one and the same.
No need for greed.
All Puppetism eradicated.
Hearts at rest.
All Mothers smile for Adam.
There is one major downside to this moment of joy.
One rather large bump in its happy lady lump.
Tomorrow the door to heaven will need payment or
The bailiffs will climb inside the arse space.
And nobody wants that.