Poetry in April -- in celebration |
Do I know where I am as dimensions eclipse quicker and quicker and I can’t hold on? I think a centrifugal force must have pulled me through a flattened grid into this slivered life to rush like Alice without a thought, to fall down the hole after a madcap rabbit and splay onto this world. Now, from within a garbled voice asks, “Just why are you here?” -------------------- April 28-- difficulty |