Lightheaded Gold

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Sometimes, when my head is golden with splashes of mercury in the air . Such fine slivers of silver drifting by my face like a series of soft metallic lace Mascarade masks.
This is when the gold breaks up and gold powder showers down like particle parachutes that give the faintest gold spark. You know, like those metal tong things with flints that spark? Like that. But smaller smaller smaller and a speck of bright in the dimming spark. Small.
The core light where I ride is sometimes very fast as in here, there.
Sometimes, it's a sweet deep rise. It might be like being in a hot air balloon skillfully and indetectable climbing. It's a pin-the-guess-on the question sort of thing.
So. Sometimes, we only go so high. What I think were stars now reveal that all of the points of light are others going about. All within their mist like filament robes. Always makes me think of bumper stickers and things that say things like "If you are touching the Bottom of my coat you are too close"
Anyway. Be respectful of other's frequencies and energy.
And sometimes, we don't. Stay lower.