somehow i lost my pocket
even retraced my footsteps, in a blank eye socket
but still not found,
did i really misplace it on the ground?
was i not following the curve?
how could i disbelieve a black hole’s nerve?
are my surroundings a melting landscape?
did the window mistake the mirror for red tape?
even with 4 wheels, my travels leave me
in nowhere land…
skating solitudes, harboring billions of particles in the hand of sand
on my drawing list was written a memory
a particular illustration of a symphonic ear worm
slithering itself into a laborious birth – full term
signifying to my pores and heart
while i can’t deny the placement of this part,
the levels are acceptable to a numeric chart.
but to consider the lift up?
the drift up, gotta sift my cup up !
just in case : one happens to fit?
like a strawberry spilt!
canisters must be – marked with clovers or
brightly purple caravans & range rovers!
driving into a brighter scene, making the voice dovetail into the covid-19 inspired dream!
as like when the…
‘micro’ said to ‘MACRO’ “what difference if you are more, i clearly have less!” MACRO, replied, “yes but they’re others here, only in a different dress!”
speaking for the most, doesn’t qualify you as the ultimate host. streamlined are the dividing and ubiquitous made lines _ if all jumbled in your mind!
attempting, reaching, bizarrely _ aiming to make clear the soiled measure of catching up to the gas that has yet to pass. incense, filling the walls with mango butter realizations (no longer closed off temptations) – so, what you gonna do with all that complex? eXaCtLy… : get to work on the ongoing next. ! 🚧⚒️🦺