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.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC
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.