A Lifeless Bubble. Poem by Michael Gale

Tiny bubbles that break with a much winded air...
This sight with others i wish not to share.

That sight was all my secret...
Colors splendidly beautifully enclosed orb's slow floating kalidescoped brilliance-alas i wished to hold close to my heart and forever just plainly keep it.

Every time i reached out to grasp it's tranlucance circled girth...
It burst clean apart long after it's suddened birth.

A jack flashing bubble is all but God's creation...
His rainbowed given hues quaked in constant fear of it's depleted cremational deletion.

A flame so hot it resembled an unseen super nova's black hole effect...
Sucking out all air to not be breathed and yet toss away free organic gravitational respect.

My uninsightful undelivered blindness to newly rediscovered precognitive sight...
Life only teaches us in the end that life is a big bang theoried lies that leads to an assumption that life after all really does bite.

Life really bites worse than a well possessed inhabited haunted set of choppers...
Life is as fake and crooked as many small town coppers.