The Utopian Profusion

descriptive abstract writing with paradox

the sky, lit up with rainbow-colored clouds
the ground, unmagnetically drawn yet ironically spherical
the people, happy ear to ear, grin to grin..
an experience really, of satire and pure bliss.
now the day, oh how could i talk about the day?
brighter than you've ever seen, lighter than you've ever been.
so take a walk, take a walk outside to experience..

a slight chord, that harmonizes above every house, but coincides and profuses with the rest.
a continuous melody that draws you out of yourself, and out of this world.
but this time, and only this time, it draws you out of your house

is it a dream?
is it a reality?
or is it the better of both worlds, profused in themselves