the horizon on the
blue tower well tower with blue patterns painted
wobble i swear
like a loose tooth
am i tired
am i wobble
the cloud is texture
all white all not quite white
but all quite different not quite white
layers of white thrown against a floor
splash different splash all thrown and lain
until all there is to see
it’s perfectly stable
the tower
i’m in mild paradolia
eye of the corner time
artifact of oldening me
is
so which way do you want to dream today
mr harris
a cup of tea
a cup removed
a sleep to stroke
the niciness of
well
of what
i must be tired
that’s a dull selection
overdoing the ordinateur again
i guess
the tower’s still stable
i’s still the cut do