by Fariel Shafee
I.
Uncertainty accommodates unreality to borrow
bites from the
existent and weave a field of
emotions;
there, ideas and
counterparts
pop up, and then annihilate
like pairs of virtual
particles.
That frothy feeling is
ambiguous, until a certain
smoky dream
is caught in the mesh of
molecules and becomes
real.
II.
A star froze in the heaven, and
fell
shooting down to the
walkway.
There, layers of the
molecules, disciplined,
folded within a fractal, razor
sharp together,
quaffed away the
freedom of a
tiny patch of skin,
and dropped down
on the ground, shapeless,
to be carried away
in bits by
air and earth.________________________________
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