Bubble Pop

Lend me your eyes and I will help you to see.
I come not to shelter, but burst a brutish bubble.
And destroy the stagnant Oxygen, encased within.
Purified by the abundance, of free and fresh air.
Perforated perfection, restores a balance lost.
A mere micro bubble within the Macro bubble - Micro-pop!
And Jim's "Tears of wine", will soon depart.
Surface tension is reversed, subversion dispersed.
Flimsy film with golden hues, in a spherical cap collapses,
Golden bows of droplets, rain down on all around,
That bigger bubble gets to shine, down on hallowed ground.
With Zero curvature mean design, golden hues, travel the line
Equally endowed and all allowed, to taste, a morsel, of freedom.