Brandish

I am unleashed upon this moment

a sword unsheathed on this minute

my spirit has slipped away from capture

there is nothing left now but the rapture.

held close held up held tight

bereft of all hope of failure

borne aloft

high above

floating in a pale blue ribbon of sky

flowing in the current of a green river

and never asking why…

time is a river

and I am the currency.

spend me.

spin me.

spend some time with me.

I am shining

a beautiful machine

and

this system is sensitive

to subtle changes

in the climate

both physical and political.