"sitting here wishing on a cement floor"

omni vorous

omni sexual

omni directional

omni potent

omni emotional

omni technical

omni scient

present

safe from harm, at long last

a fighter bull thunders past the wordless black marquee
in slow motion-
ancient wounds gaping heavenward
horns bent, or crooked if you're a pessimist
breathing without exhaling
as if oxygen times time equals momentum
for a moment it looks like the beast isn't moving-
suspended in space somewhere above the stage
hoisted by fatigue, or fulfillment if you're an optimist
it is a long moment
the sound thunders past the bull and onto the crowd
in slow motion-
safe from harm, at long last...

model behavior

"there is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion." sir francis bacon, on beauty