As I walk the streets,
and as the sunsets...

The blues of the oceans are deep.
Many dive into them...

When I first laid a bite, I saw black and white;
a bunch of bright stars. What a delight...

my week has been a raining day so far
with winds semi-calm and clouds as grey...

In front of a window, an orange cat
and a white mouse dreamily sit...

while skies cry
puddles gather ‘round...

To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water...

Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...

Oh!
The sky is grey and the grass is red...

Who am I but some matter
that matters not in the entire universe...

Something is Off and it’s not the light.
The room is illuminated...

I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...