black licorice darkness.
gobstopper dreams.
layer after layer of
weird colors swaying about in
sweet and saucy silence.
He sighs an
exquisite and
deeply realized
release. He smiles
into the deliciousness.
"Nothing at all,"
he tells himself
"is such a Lucky reward.
Rich and priceless."
He looks each night
across the sleeping rooftops
and tells himself
again,
"...my secret treasure."
