A boy

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.

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