Up in the sky
gold fish are swimming
looking like
kites
down under the white herons
are pecking upon
humpback whales
there is something wrong
really wrong i know
and i ask you and you just
laugh
it is funny
but you ask no question
as it happens that way
this is art, you keep telling me
everything is possible
and beautiful, but i do mind
i still live there
black dogs eating grass
and cows grinning with
knuckle bones
inside their mouths
i like to change this world
beauty is not like this
it is something else
it is the orderly arrangement
of nature
from big to small
there are numbers to follow
memories to put in writing
in cards and waiting
for more to count
there is a figure in sorrow
squares and triangles
but it is the melting that is real
you keep on saying and it is indeed funny
and real too
i left, and draw a world
where windows are windows where spades are called
spades because
they are.
No games now. No games now.
This is real.I am counting reality as real.
for now i walk alone in peace.
Hope is a giant jellyfish breathing
under the sea.
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