Monday 28 September 2009

robot ponders whilst smoking

the comfort cigarette
he needs to be comforted
thoughts that penetrate the face

the dew on the grass is only a barrier
an inverted state, looking up an imaginary mountain

creeping light creeps on him
like a bird that does not creep
sooth away says the bird
make your path

sparkling dew is the rush that comes quietly
arrive ten minutes early

he doesn't realize this transitional transit
conceited narrative melts in the sun
the candle as it once was

the unnoticed clouds make way
their absence
sustain euphoria

dew on the grass
no lesser a barrier
the light is transferred

may there always be clouds


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