On One`s Chair Poem by Billion This
On One`s Chair
Is it sky?
probably not, usually not, sky, if it`s under ceiling
long strips of fluorescent, white cardboard lattices
almost clouds
but still
Oh,
and this table is not
flying, floating, swirling, soaring with a feather light ease
But....is it, a giggle?
I think it
Is.
For
it`s
still, giggling, now
And at this sudden, it, even, starts, writing
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