When I see the sky....

When I see the sky I wonder,

I wonder the creation of it

The creation beneath which both grief and glee subsist in

The glee of excursions acquaintance festivity and centenary;

The grief of swindles resistance anarchy and melancholy.

The creation beneath which both fact and fiction subsist in

The fact of grand zest for grand soul and absolute precision;

The fiction of grand apathy for grand body and absolute pollution.

The creation beneath which both I and you subsist in

I of ego vain and abhorrence;

You of nobody worth and adore.

The creation beneath it, what should I consider

Consider awful or awesome

Awesome to be able to envisage everything beneath it;

Awful to be unable to decide a solitary way.

When I see the sky I wonder

I wonder and so it befalls a poem....