Laser Beams and Flapping Wings

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
Jamming, preventing
Sight
from communicating
The outside imagery
with the absurdity
Wrestling indoors

Valhalla
I pretend
I walk
Your gates
On the
Arms of
a Valkyrie
Pristine tress
draped to
Wings a
Flapping
Yet I
Just f#$d
the mood
with such
a term
I used
for such
majesty
as she
and her
decorated
form fly
high above
with me
tenderly
delivering
a shine
of light


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
feather
on the
floor
flapping
like
a fish
out of
water.