In a preternatural stupor
a dream seduced me to believe
that out of sheer
cosmic boredom
infinity generates,
this ever expanding universe
all by itself, decided
to turn inside out.
Why not, I thought
a great time indeed for us,
at last, to see God play dice!
Stars and planets came unstuck,
dangling like ripe globular fruits
or fancy lamps,
hung from a ceiling, if you like
while sky, the blue outer skin,
that helped us to make some sense
of the whole business of universe
went completely missing,
from our eye shot.
Days and nights,
what a happy anarchy!
have no order with
lot of colors thrown in
between varying hours.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 3:23 AM UTC
In a preternatural stupor
a dream seduced me to believe
that out of sheer
cosmic boredom
infinity generates,
this ever expanding universe
all by itself, decided
to turn inside out.
Why not, I thought
a great time indeed for us,
at last, to see God play dice!
Stars and planets came unstuck,
dangling like ripe globular fruits
or fancy lamps,
hung from a ceiling, if you like
while sky, the blue outer skin,
that helped us to make some sense
of the whole business of universe
went completely missing,
from our eye shot.
Days and nights,
what a happy anarchy!
have no order with
lot of colors thrown in
between varying hours.
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