holds the sublime power of unnatural
The cold light from its
miniature heart whispers ultrasound
Round, it hangs from a
shelf, in still loneliness.
A moon lantern in the dark:
nothing but a half-sleep snapshot
in vivid haziness, a subliminal
message from dormant
A smooth and ghastly sphere,
it reigns through inexpressive eyes.
It smiles a red crayon line, in
it cradles me
It's inanimate flattery through
my permeable brain;
and it keeps me enslaved,
It's a countdown to innocence
as time rewinds its tape;
and a purple wave envelops me...
And I don't mind.
Copyright © 2005 Anna Piutti