The Way to Utopia

His hand on his string,
string on his kite,
kite on the wind.

focusing and centering himself on the crossing frame,
on the heart of Superman,
on the sun,
Alignment complete.

This world began to fall away
in the cracks the next world's sparks were seeping through
A Blur
a waving wash
as realms trade place
the cracks became gaps holding indigo forms

THEN SUDDENLY THE EARTHLY REALM OF NORMAL THOUGHT WAS GONE
AND UTOPIA FINISHED DEFINEING ITSELF