The Fly Screen

by

Sekhem Psikor Strecker

I float out through the fly screen
As I watch the heads look at me
And when the sun sets, the air turns cold
And I float
I let the air carry me
To the oceans made of some paper
And deep within it lies my soul

I float out through the fly screen
As the moon seems to laugh at me
And when the stars twinkle, my eyes sting
And I float
I let the sound carry me
To the reverberated glass shards
And deep below it lies my character

I float out through the fly screen
As the voices in my head die down
And when I'm far enough, they stop talking
And I float
To the rocks that pierce the wood
And deep inside it lies my sympathy

I float out through the fly screen
As the music beckons me to follow
And sometimes it's so loud I stop my ears
And I float
To the steel that supports the light
And high atop sits me

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Why don't you look at Hier boomerang
by: Barberá Del Rosal Eva
from: Córdoba, Spain

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