tweets from the untold play

It is the same play
And the theater

no gravity
here


We are caught by it

Circling around
Assuming

Displacing

From one molecular bubble
to another

Creating the space for it

Making it audible

only at
and
only for

the frequency
we are casting

different as if

Yes as if

at each of its
coordinateless

points

same theater 
same play

And we are caught by it

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SketCheeky

sketcheeky


A tree in love with SketCheeky

Oh dear moon
I know you are not real!

the moon smiles
grows a halo
same color as when
her cheeks blush

And her cheeks blush!

Oh dear moon I know now
you must be real!
cause only then
I can see
you shine
in her
dreamy
Eyes
that alight
in such
delight
only to see
you
adorn
her window