have I gone too far?
the ancient taoists warned: the farther you go , the less you know.
have I spent too much energy shaking my branches when I should have been sinking my roots?
am I with the wind gone to the farthest corner, the only lonely corner,
the one-you-cannot-find-because-I’ve-just-invented-it-that’s-how-far-I’ve-gone gone corner?
or have I been merely revving my motorcycle at the starting line with the actual race soon about to start? and the corner that will soon test me is the one where I could wipe out?
or like a satellite getting ready to get slung around the corner of the sun for ultrathrust into endless amazing space…am I sailing smoothly towards the cosmos like a man’s hand upon a pretty girl’s petticoat lace?
or haven’t I gone far enough?

so may I close my eyes?  yes?  ah, much better!  but you’re thinking *How can he type with his eyes closed?*  LOL  how in this world could I not go mad with my eyes open?  yes—there’s the rub, you chance a smirk, *He has gone mad for sure!*

well, you’re very bright, and oh so witty
—quite unfair cause you’re so damn pretty! 

on second thought, i’ll not close my eyes at all, not be denied the sight of vibrant you.   but for the sake of  unfluttered angels, be calm, my dear.  and stay real—for me, for you, for our potentially stellar unborn mars-raised children.  for if you stare into my eyes, bluer they shall yet become—total surrender to thee, my azure-gazer.  and then with nightfall when the moondust sprinkles compellingly and we go round and round.  and you become my moxibusting aromatic herb.  my most quintessential drug.