In the world like a bubble In the world you don't see here's the bubble You're in, you’re curled

No, not the social whirl, though the social whirl's A bubble A container framing trouble among the merry muddle Hustling grandiose bustle

There is with nature and the leaves of greening trees With the breeze and scents of flowers - incline To be - be being again A creature

Answer informs the bubble, the bubble of the sense Here cluster gallimaufries worlds invent And we a native unremarkable phenomenon Our regimen Issues to sue To tell us we're just here, and no big brisk to-do Not overwhelming, not a situation No sacred revelation

A place one could not dream of Or make up And root of all our fruits of art and pomegranates Knowledge, and acumen, gets vacuumed up From all around us by us; abounds, as vitalises Catechises On something grander, shapelier; perhaps a valency Is promulgated

And this whole thing, in its continuing, Contributing No bubble In itself But fecund wealth of everything - invention overclocked Abundance is declared upon a full-stack crop One can just go round and round and be still counting Outcomes will never stop And new things are, arise, amaze, surprise Gifts lifted by us, superscribed upon us

And pop! The bubble trembles, bursts and here's the shock That here mobs such a rummage sale of proper dreams For real, the deal; the fact in-being hits you Upon the brain That it's not one more everyday relation That here there’s such an overflowing altercation Of inexplicables, of wondrous out of sight Beyond a shuffled huddle, muddling-by to curb the fright Which bites, disturbs, the damp-course of clay clods Enfolds familiarities, and on the sense they clog Going not beyond fixated states acclimatised On which assurance rests, attests, as if old vests Our breasts Supportive of a moonshine malt complacency Conspiracy By gratefully delivering life distractions Diversions in old furrows

Instead work on the whys, the wherefores, whacky wows with wonder In fullest entourage And go – get-going!

Go! go! Know this that everywhere is glory blinding There’s just – just here, there - everything! And every person’s portioned a delirious song Above the heavens and spheres; is thereto sung upon Some style where earthly tears and wear of dreary years Are all handled, washed and dried.

Under a noble sky And without parallel in human interface Grope comprehension, there it is A signet lifeline we are born with and it grows Among us to be fathomed under nose To be our portion, never bother why; And high Beyond what think ourselves, to know some pretty whit about, Let you go ply Dry pages - you will never get it by; don’t try; An atom in your hand or wild flower Grasped intellectually?

Here is direct extension to the stars To a universe of outer-being unsurpassed Yet we ourselves aim, press ahead beyond resource Letting this sane trajectory go pass, But majesty presents it obviously To show before us, and knows us, what we are, Who would be fooled instead Protecting on securement under a lower bar Of hard preventions; to set ourselves so highly That for our kind we’d want to claim it all.

Discover; awaken; take a taster; realise, And then another, do it; realise.