into the sublime

How about holding a palm full of miracles, How about building a house on the moon?

Do I not dream? Can this ambitious age Have so much goodness in't as to prefer A man merely for worth, without these shadows Of wealth and painted honors?

Seeing that we are the sun, we give up the candle’s habit of fearing the wind - We see ourselves and our life everywhere.

i regret to say 
that i sprinkled a little 
of heaven in your teacup 
last Thursday - 
it won’t happen again, 
i promise. 
sprinkle, or 
spill, or 
slip, 
or something similar - 
sorry. 
i’ll soak 
in it 
instead. 
you say you’re just 
an infidel, 
i say you’re 
an ingrate. if you won’t host my heaven then i’ll hold on to it instead. i’ll swallow in your stead. no more give | no more take | a clean swift break.