CosmiKnot

white feather As I lay on the black disc of the 8 ft in Demeter trampoline entombed by netted walls staring down the wishing well of infinity curve blue a small white cloud was dropped into the azure field of my vision. Whereupon it became A tiny fluffy white feather thousands of miles above the earth falling silently like a speeding weightless bullet onto the tip of my right big toe. What does this mean? I wonder staring at the clouds. Oh I give up.

We could evolve. This would need to be spontaneous And simultaneous of course. We all need to jump off the edge of the world. All at once We could instantly forgive Then turn to each other in our transfigured state laughing as we glance at our glowing attire. Laughing as we shake Our heads in dis-belief Gently breathing a sigh Of Collective relief Disbelieving the idea of civility We had held so tightly For so long To our chests Then slowly we could return Back to our homes And begin the process Of clearing up. We could evolve.