Seamless is the sky to the
naked eye
But deep within its womb where time zones
melt into surreal light
lie the fault lines –
of mismatched heavens
and earths that do not belong
to their moons.
Is it the chaos of the universe
that leaks through the cracks and torn seams?
Satire of the gods?
A day that got seduced by the
glow of a stranger-night and lost its way?
Heaven that lost its heart to a
fragrant rose on an earth far away?
Laughing Penguins 