Floating

To float and catch the cloud
He took it through the nose.
Colourless clouds did evade,
Yet the decision was to chase.
     A freaker near the dustbin
    Taught him to breathe in.
Here was the birth of a poet,
A very rare envious stylist.
A modernist and a floating post-modernist.

     A tongue too long beats the drum.
Appears multicoloured vision of genius.
Rainbow colours converge, what do I see?
     Purity charms an unblemished smile.
Dum is loud, dum is silent
Dome is murmur.  Dum it!

     Flashes light in the dark corner of my brain,
     A grandstand play.  One step up and fall.
To the air like a bee, a wicked sucker.

Soft air,cool air.  Fragrance spread,
Epode and Strophe.  Where am I God?

Catch me, catch me.  I float in heaven.
Earth is away.  Rapture blossoms.