There are no labyrinths in this zone above.
This even, the bifurcated, long, empty road
Reflects the orange,
Hung high, eluding us from the grey void.
The even star —
Behold the grey patterns of heaven,
Meek and naked.
The orange, in clover, fades in the
Celluloid of the hanging sea,
......
Flowers, aren't they a sight to see
As they bring so much felicity
Oh, how much I must wonder
For your beauty is too much to ponder
Give me a little time,
For you are stunningly sublime,
Seeing you makes me want to stumble
As my loud voice becomes a mumble
......
Beneath the canopy of stars I gaze,
And wonder in the cosmic haze,
What dwells beyond, in boundless space,
Is it a realm of kings or gods' embrace?
Or perhaps a fool's paradise, we seek,
As self-deception's truth grows bleak,
A Fermi paradox, we often speak,
In this cosmic realm, the answers are oblique.
......
As I hesitated to enter this dull yet rickety house
i tripped to what seemed like an old blouse.
It was torn, old, rugged, and had holes through it
and it seemed as if someone had torn the zip.
I looked around to see whom might roam about
I stummbeled upon an old mirror connected mount.
It not only told me to leave but showed me the truth
......
There are no labyrinths in this zone above.
This even, the bifurcated, long, empty road
Reflects the orange,
Hung high, eluding us from the grey void.
The even star —
Behold the grey patterns of heaven,
Meek and naked.
The orange, in clover, fades in the
Celluloid of the hanging sea,
......
Beneath the canopy of stars I gaze,
And wonder in the cosmic haze,
What dwells beyond, in boundless space,
Is it a realm of kings or gods' embrace?
Or perhaps a fool's paradise, we seek,
As self-deception's truth grows bleak,
A Fermi paradox, we often speak,
In this cosmic realm, the answers are oblique.
......
As I hesitated to enter this dull yet rickety house
i tripped to what seemed like an old blouse.
It was torn, old, rugged, and had holes through it
and it seemed as if someone had torn the zip.
I looked around to see whom might roam about
I stummbeled upon an old mirror connected mount.
It not only told me to leave but showed me the truth
......
Flowers, aren't they a sight to see
As they bring so much felicity
Oh, how much I must wonder
For your beauty is too much to ponder
Give me a little time,
For you are stunningly sublime,
Seeing you makes me want to stumble
As my loud voice becomes a mumble
......