Infinite Flow [c] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A swimsuit-hunt is never a happy event - trying on a
million swimsuits aiming to be inconspicuous in my
black camouflage, to fade into the background so I
can bathe in the sea rolling to and fro in the shallows
where sand fills my swimsuit until I look like the Oros-
colossus; ended up trying on a million swimsuits in 5
shops, finally bought the magic-making-me-disappear-
one at the 6th shop, but it offers no protection against
the high breakers in which I love to tumble, shopping
again, another million, then found an amazingly-awful

Garishly-coloured-design top to reinforce the weak
swimsuit - a most unnerving search as prerequisite
for the exquisite experience of bubbling waves; we'll
also visit Conan, the Queen of Hearts & my Duchess
while there - mother dreams I'll sing ‘I Will Follow Him'
to her piano accompaniment; dad looking frail yet de-
termined to keep boxes with suspicious contents next
to his bed - his delight on hearing his favourite music
while I tuck him in - I‘m weaving these scenes in my
virtual reality - strengthening the Positive Vibrations

To become a strong, beautiful design to bring about
my currently transparent visions in at least one of the
many parallel universe-tributaries into which our lives
keep flowing as ALL possibilities are fulfilled, and I'm
working with these thoughts to dominate all the others
which play out in the infinite flow of the never-ending
River Of Life…