poem: it all falls into shape

it all falls into shape

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.

Another Poem by Skendong: Unveiling The Tapestry: A Poetic Journey Through History’s Pages