Triangles, stars, and beating drums
Bloom from ink gripped under thumb,
Sunset skies with nonsense time
Cracked lenses, perception, perfect mind –
A boy looks through a magnifying glass
Onwards, upwards, more.
What this boy sees, the lines between
Fragments of a world unseen
Where a person sees the things not real,
It’s true: between mind and ghost, a deal,
A chasm opens up beneath his feet –
And down he falls, labyrinth inside
Numbers and people, in glass covered mind,
Adventure onwards, fragment through time,
If you want to know him, get in line –
Because . . . so does everybody.
And he doesn’t necessarily know himself,
He pulls a book off the shelf
And opens it.