A bubble

There is a steady building

Bubble of

Uproarious laughter

At the thought

That a human

Can be controlled.

The notion there are

Causes, and they lead to

Known effects and it's

All out there

On the surface

To see.

And so,

Goes the thinking,

With a poke and a prod 

In the right place 

We move the world

Or at least

We move you.

The joy comes from

The knowing that we

Know not at all,

That there is magic

They can't believe in

Nor can see.

This unbounded unseen

Glorious and eternal

Renders well laid plans 

Bare and impotent.

In their place hums the

Pulse and the beat and

The knowing that is not

Known and yet felt

And yet all that

Would bless upon the

Winds.

It is upon this knowing that

We soar free and

Explore glee in a

Great and never-ending

Bright becoming.