6 Quatrains

They are like six missiles.

Dear reader,

They are like six missiles breaking imagination barriers.

Starting…

Photo by Sergiu Vălenaș on Unsplash

Flashes of faces.
Dancing planets.
Shaking in space,
Shaken by a hand. Bird fly. Poof.

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The universe is the book.
Our eyes, are writing each piece,
Blinking up and down with inks.
Glazing through the direction of movement.
To the last dot, which begins another book.

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A thread line,
With each point, A pole.
On each pole are picture faces of
those people today. Eyes glazing through.
Shaken by a hand. Bird fly. Poof.

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Pictures are here showing again.
This time, ocean sea.
A tiny bit is dropping ripples.


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giZ gaZ.
From down to the up line.
We face the Z to the other side.
Stretch it out flat.
Measure infinity distance.

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Tie each bow pole, the curvature,
And straighten that straight,
Touch the both water borders.
Here and there. Feel the whole imagination borders and out.