Beams of light burst into my core, bubbly and not too self aware. The electron amusement park is quaint and charming. The magnetic field of my metallic sight is baby pink and shifting constantly. My secrets are eating me one bite at a time. I am the bottom of the rainbow being devoured by neon glowing fungi. But in this radical light brimming up to the top of my head, I feel a hope larger than Pike’s Peak.
Miniature Moon 