A Presumptuous Little Fleck

A fleck of falling dust can't maneuver it's course by desperately clinging to the particles of air

...unless she believes she is Star Dust. 

If this belief be held, whether in vain or in truth,  the fleck will most certainly wrangle the fates of atmospheric pressure, laugh at the moon's stolen glow, and wield the elements to bid her delight. 

For a spark of ancient majesty blazes within the stuff of stars and cannot be unlit. 

Fall on little fleck, and set your course.

An Organic Malfunction

A glitch in the system.

A hormone releases.

Enveloping sadness

Secretes, verging madness.

Despondent dejection,

A subtle intrusion,

Appears undetected

Obscured and restricted.

A muted, dull tide

Rises slow in succession

Until the god-child

Is awoken and puzzled.

"The source of this gloom

remains hidden from me."

Reflexively Mind guts

the archives of memory.

Backwardly clambering,

Searching for clarity.

Not forgetful, unforgiving

Mind uncovers all past erring.

A mistep in dancing,

Regrets proving fancy.

A toil in vain,

A shipwreck of shame.

Personality, jealously

Rivalry, negligence.

With a glance at the past

Melancholy's explained

By a fear that the god-child

Will foible again.

An organic malfunction,

Lies deeply embedded

Within the strange folds

Of biological credit.

Disappearing as quickly

As it came to existence

It slips away silently,

Carefully reticent.

Mind, secretion has ended

The clouds have dispelled.

There's no need to expound

On these memories found.

But the Mind keeps 

Explaining,

Indicting, and

Claiming.

'Til out of whole cloth

A depression is gaining-

Momentum and strength

And perversion and greed!

The god-child is crestfallen,

For she simply agreed.

Self Portrait

A well of deep azure

 Sinking in blue

 …so she floats atop sunbeams to embellish her hue.