Outlaw Poet's Weekly Contest entry
|There are no islands.
Even water spins, attached to land,
around the sun - a pin of light poked
through uncounted universes’
heavy curtains, dark & mystic.
There are no mountains.
Unreachable peaks are surface scratches
below skies multiplied and squared,
exposing permanence’s solid
promises, sleek & meaningless.
There are no oceans.
Artist pallet’s pool of blue
neighbors color infinite, awash;
paintings as fleeting as moments
just passed: flowing & eternal.