Airplanes, Eggshells And The Music Within Poem by Shailen Karur

let me walk on eggshells today and tomorrow too -
balancing atop my fringe a largish lemon
i start with the selfsame something that i stop without
my without feels light, now that i've opened my eyes and
shone my awareness within, being able to see what
i'd heretofore missed, a reassuring thing, that I can still feel my voice, my whisper, my music of my muses: now that the 'plane overhead has left peace in its wake, I can see by listening, smell by looking; i must have a JIT engine somewhere, to provide for a larger tag set and hence more facets.
GN foks!