I am a flyover between two eons.
My world of tender senses
depict a brilliant flower garden
static as an artist's ace.
The other world is a kaleidoscope.
Colors and shapes fast change imprints
conflict between the static and dynamic
make me a vulnerable warrior.
Providence, please lift anchor.
I want to steer my dear boat,
cross horizon and live forever
in the sphere of speed, comfort.
23rd. April,2017.
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