I love being
In the places
I might only imagine
From a sci-fi author’s words
I love to photograph them
Then tweak the image
To enhance
Their oddity
I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular
These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality
And I
I have run out of
Unsubtle intertwining alliterations
So I kick back
And enjoy this glorious moment
Revealing greens
And blues
Ambers and golds
While the clouds
So softly textured
Puffs of greys and whites
Were I to climb out
Upon this leafless bough
Would I be
Of Lilliputian dimension
Until they are taller
Than I
Until they are taller
Than trees
Until they are taller
Than mountains
Not to prove
That I am bigger
But in homage
To what is bigger
Than I
A single flower
Still held in bud
Though petals fall
Onto the pond
They tarry there
Before they sink
And come to rest
To where they’ll feed
Next season’s bloom
I sit
Then breathe
To quiet mind
Of learnings misbegotten
This land once rose
And then it fell
By men of mind besotten
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