Reality is but a subtly,

a redundancy

of what we can already see

from under the sea

of fishes where we all need to swim

and learn how to live on a limb

to keep afloat

in this whirlwind of a boat.

Where leather meets floral

and sand meets coral

there’s an opening to a world

where everything’s unheard of,

where everything’s above


and the new devil.

The mountain ranges

cause climate changes

in this new realm of ours;

But at least the stars

can keep to themselves

and keep their memories

on shelves.

All neat and tidy

growing like ivy

and leaving my rhymes

to the side.