Royal Flush

							Dressed 
in magical formulas, 
						you are.

			Creating fantasy 
out of traditional lanes,
			you seem.

Creeping under the passion 
of the invisible plane,
		you love.

			You turn on 
			the engine.
 
			Old plans 
	will fly until 
				they become 
					exploding birds 
of imagination.

				Soaring, 
	roaring, 
		as if nothing else 
	were there to be conquered 
		because all has been 
	surrendered to your voice.

		Deep as your imagined
galleries of hope
		that reinterpret 
the way life is observed
				from a shallow name 
					into a flush of royal love.