Glass Soul

some days when i awake

i see the world for what it is

and my life becomes a movie,

my space odyssey,

is all red, all kubrick

there is little oxygen

in this slow moving panorama

of magnificence

and human wreckage,

every so often,

the angles become clear,

my heart becomes a beacon

and my glass soul

is filled with more beauty

than i know what to do with