Apad 11

[bardiphouka]

He rimmed the ash of his cigar
against the spinning schoolish colours
Of the globe that he had
lifted as an orb and set back down

"You see,"he said while watching
the colours move beneath his hand
and beginning to bleed through his words
"This is the true loss of Reality"

He stopped the globe and spun it once again
"These colours, these lines are not real.
These are the fantasies of generations
whose anger kept Reality at bay."

"Perhaps in another millenium they will learn"
He turned, tail knocking the globe down as he flew off.