it all falls into shape
A surreal short poem where sky, sea, nature and technology merge into a shifting vision of existence.
the sky tropical blue
and the wispy clouds
scattered
i see continents ahoy.
and the birds transform
into fishes of the sea
and the fishes are birds
gliding the air –
the grass, the rose
the sycamore trees and
whatever are millennia away
i cannot penetrate
(its habitation…)
for when the moon
puts on her nightgown
the sun a light-bulb
(switched on)
i shall sit down
and consider how
a credible existence
flipped
organic compound opposed
to esters lurid state
after the tram railroaded
through the triple glazing.
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