Lasting Impression

I was being under the impression,gazing at its highly detailed construction,when i noticed a flaw.
There was a loose screw, & a burnt fuse,that reeked of melted plastique.
So, i swiftly replaced the barbequed ignitor  with a brand new,& upon connecting,i got the stark impression that everything was a.ok.
There was a deep buzz & a short beep & then all the lights turned on,revealing  mysterious text that was etched into its lizard-like body,of wich no man hath seen,but in dreams within the living embryo of the unborn Gods.
Impressive,was my first impression,& upon reflection,i could see my own transfigured face  in the clear,almost transparent surface, of this,this,creation of that wich cannot be,yet there it was!
There was no doubt about it,but an aura of confidence & energy to do great magic.&, before i could catch a second breath,before my two eyes,& somewhat butted nose,the impression shifted from a perfect stand still, to a slow revolving spin that appeared, only to speed up, as i stared,wild eyed.
The wind began to set the trees in motion,& soon they all danced to & fro,swaying,so & so.
The earth began to tremble,& i trembled with the earth,& all things upon the earth,& under the earth,
trembled also,but only for a second or two.
Then the impression lifted from the ground,paused in mid air,& i could see the mysterious text,glowing like red hot coal on a fireplace.It seemed to be a message of sorts,&, as i tried to read it,a voice in my head, explained the text.It was about me, hearing a voice in my head, who explained everything to me.
I was like,Wha..Huh?
& before i snapped back to my sense of  I,the impression shot off,like a mosquito into the air,
& it was no longer there,but a lasting impression, within an impression,that appeared to remain on my optical screen for hours.

It was something,i tell ya.

Sometimes are moments not mentioned on our ordinary timetable,& surprise us,rocks our boat & rattles our brains even.Sometimes, we have no better word for it,yet it communicates this unknown dimension in our daily schedules,where time does not move according to our ideas of proper direction.

so make no plans,but let sometimes do the planning for ye
& kiss the monkey.
Feed the donkey & bless the little birds.
Whistle with all thy might,or whistle to thy own pleasing
but Whistle!
& Let the shrill of sweet music from thy heart
be a joy to the ear of air
& her beloved who`s very name
is Everywhere