The mirror in the leaves - from the architectural garden

Last night I had a dream about Elvis. In  my dream Elvis was not a famous person. He was never discovered by anyone except a young girl who fell in love with him. In my dream Elvis is still a star. A star that crackles with purple stellar light... a blue giant with facets reaching far beyond the sun. In my dream he still plays music. He has a great capacity for love. He loves the young girl with all his heart but the young girl realizes such love should be shared with the world and not given only to her. So she sends Elvis away to the world to show his love. SHOW YOUR LOVE ELVIS! one for the money and two for the show...go go go.

The world waits for such love to embrace it then devour it. Ravishing the star then the fireworks  explode  leaving a blackhole. We can all fall into the black hole of the star. He dared to stand out. The couch brigade who watches it all with a steady munching, marching termite sound. We survived Elvis, they sigh. He did everything for us. He made us dance and cheer for him, then loathe him and hate his humanity and finally we got to ridicule him as he spiraled down the death drain. He just exploded getting bigger and bigger and bigger until finally he burst into a million zillion fragments suddenly drawing back and pulling us all in with him. How wonderful says the couch bigrade and we didn't even have to get up and go anywhere.

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