[Poem] Inside A Red Tulip

Plus complementary piano.

Dear reader,

This is another, brand new poem coming fresh ice-cube cool. Tightly packed and sealed. This post comes with a complementary piano music played as an article voiceover, to blend with the poem.

Photo by Kristine Tanne on Unsplash

Starting…

Inside A Red Tulip flower.

What exactly I’m I doing here?
Existence like Milky Way.
It all started from a Milky Way I do not understand.
Rather than go left, I went straight in.
Into the black hole.
They said, I’d never be back.
It’s probably over out there.
I was accompanied by champion officers 
Who fell off,
Some sloped out.
Two intricacies meets,
A collision for a star effect.
They said, 
Is it possible to imagine back again,
Those moon and Saturn’s in form of pipe connections to kidneys.

In some places, you start an article with the title.
This one is like babies,
You give it names after the work is finishe.

The inner colour is like being inside a red tulip flower.
Tulip’s in-baby, is looking at the sky,
Rope thread connects to the stem.
We saw the mars, mercury, moon,
The Sun is in love’s shape.

But there is a different light that still shines in,
Wherever this is coming from, it makes the view glow.
Like repeated cross in a triangle, 
in a circle of light, rising from the north.

What sort of light, could be entering in,
How many walk distance, after going out?
Who am I.
What am I?
What exactly I’m I doing here?

Even this light pole is alive.
Everything is working for me.
We are moving, without knowing it.
Yet science also says we are moving.
This round ball, baby bump,
is being moved by a carrier.
Carried around through space.
Where the name of space is called absence.
Where absent is most present.

Fire in my bones.
Passion in my kicks.
We are moving, without knowing it,
Contractions. Now we are all out.
What is in the air?
Wakanda forever. All out.
Shivers into a new pair of eyes.
Pair of views.
Cords are cut.
Bye gone is welcome here.