Laser beam penetrate the atmosphere
Yellow, orange and sometimes red
Barreling at speeds unknown
From the sky
To the ground
In between the illustration glows
From the mounds of fresh placed white
A beam is glistening from
Shiny, sharp and pointing pierce
The outside imagery
with the absurdity
Espied is the anglican black cat haunting about the fluffiness
It's eyes peer in all directions, wonder what It thinks, what it is plotting keen, can it be a misdirection has appeared here before me now (as I shift towards non-timed momentary lapsing of thought control) The feline was gone, as simple as it came.
But where was I?
How long was I gone?
Had anything changed in the meantime?
Dreams, day or night, changing sight.
…and I stretch my arms across my chest, yawn some fierce reminder of what must be done, when the laser blinded me, forcing hands to eyes.
When i regained vision
I saw a