Not Natural

 

Paisley swirling, up into the two meter mark in the sky

In the sky is a sphere; and more.

Smaller than skins’ single particle,

Neurons and neutrons, electrons and protons,

There are more, others.

But one to twelve-thousand,

Our lips insentience,

They curl,

Forming the spheres in the clouds,

In the clouds

And

Above.

One group to another, you see.

Bubbles to planets!!

 

Our lips form another

That follows the rest,

Walking and rolling with their paisley legs.

But this one, though smaller than some,

Perfect in form, and lovely

Like nothing there was,

Is different.

‘Won’t stray from the path,

Our mouths resting from creation.

Our eyes, yours and mine, are watching

It climbs.

 

WOE, it is gone from the sky

As this wonder

It falls in our eyes,

Lingering lovely,

Not like the others; they’ve popped,

Or vanished naturally

Amongst the clouds, or maybe within,

Melted away or blended

To mingle with their father,

The sky,

And their mother,

The moon, the moon that always was.

They’ve all melted

Naturally.

And this one, this bubble we’ve formed,

Our breath combined,

It’s lingering.

Until: like the others it climbs

It’s natural at first

Until climbing gets faster,

Not blending, so like the others,

But catching the grove of the UNIVERSE

The SOLAR SYSTEM.

It’s growing and going

Up with such force.

Not naturally.

Not naturally.

Blending is gone, gone from chance

Unless it treads cloud downward.

Too late, too late.

The speed, it is danger.

To the whole melting process,

It is danger.

Danger to itself and all of its brethren,

To casually casting into atmosphere,

Naturally.

There’s possibility of bursting into obsidian,

Our lips disappearing as result.

I yearn to bind

One last time

Before the world subsides.

 

Reviews

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Oh! Do I have an idea of this one!!
"bubbles to planets!" I believe gave it away..
Or else you would've had me wondering.
What I wonderful time. This is amazing as always.