Would Space and time,
contain infinite unknown attractions?
within and across,
lifted or drown,
Human’s limitations,
with curious extension,
debated by Schrödinger's cat,
Universe indeed is an absurd balloon,
we are all part of dusty nature,
Interpretation of quantum mechanics,
Neither dark nor shine,
Random exist and soon dismiss.

I write poetry
for eveything else
has failed

My life has no bottom
It's Hell down inside
my well

Do not feel like you are
sorry
Do not feel at all

Go write some kind of
poetry
It's better than digging wells

There in FarBliss,
the land fed by dreams
where nothing poofs amiss,
there are sauntering ThinkSees:

-the children of ValleySeeps
who sip, sip, sip grins
from the sad, sad, sad streams
they call TearsTearsWeSeizeSeize.

In River ByeYou, they snare SighWoeWoo
and like to bathe in the sea LonelyBlue.
How they climb the hazy Mount NothingTrue,
to pray the dour deity NothingButYou!

When they play,
they chase FireFlies
on the wings of ButterRhymes;
they skim the gleaming ImagePools,
under the bright moon LadyMoves,
then plunge into the lost lake LetLoose.

Their day-flight’s a FeatheryFrenzy
on a gull’s SillySyllableSpree;
to catch the lofty eagle HearMe,
they test the terrible talons TearMe.

They labor behind the FathomFalls,
spinning FrothyMusic from TumblingBoughs
mulling melancholy in MoonlessGroves;

or, spin HeartStrings for all groans and grins,
dip them deep in dye in dongs and dings,
darning dreams by star-sipping streams,
struming the strings Nothing'sAsItSeems.

When the digy-dongy nights come
and you hear HeartyLonelyChime,
seize the sizzle of the time
and let it loose in your rhyme;

‘cause like Time, FireFlies.

©️Hirondelle (01/12/2018)