normal nymph
Welcome to the mirror world
where everything is a copy from yours
except it behaves in reverse
where your right is right,
your right already left
where your left is left,
your left appears to be right.
When right is false
and
false is right.
I stare at the water
to observe the skies,
as fish do fly
and birds swim by.
We lay on clouds
and look up at
the way landscapes
are moving by.
Here, where I am lost,
I become ‘found’
as if someone connected
all the dots
that were previously
not in place.
My newspaper with cut-through holes
get filled with information
that was written
in between the lines.
Can I please stay here
and
dream away till death
comes
to visit me one last time.
Is this the place
where your mind goes
when you stare into
the infinite ?
