The Universe In Obscura Poem by Henry Tong

I had woken in a picture,
and drunk a toast with me outside,
who, with surprise, stared at my soul
when I'm frozen to a slide.

Bone tired was I impersonating
a graceful frame in tableau,
Time had been remote to nature
and memory, a deja vu.

When curtain drew and light withdrew
the splendid stars were in my sight-
floating, falling, 'bove the chamber
till a vacuum cleaner held their flight.

Newton's Laws were long forgotten-
by whom my motion was surceased?
Higher figures must be present-
they determined where I'd be.

My sorrow lingered, my soul prayed
but no one answered my dismay;
I dwelled alone in "uni"verse,
who else would hear my puzzled verse?

I had been caged for centuries,
and my outside, a fantasy;
My wine dried up, so did my dream,
an unfathomable "detainee".

There I was to share the story,
a hilarious joke to the world.
When observing celestial beauty,
I'd think dust above the floor.