the flat horizons of television screen

haunts the eyes

we got bored and stretched diagonals into circles

watched the wind style the hair

dreamt of travelling 2.5 billion light years away

wrote haikus in the dust

listening to the music that shakes the heart into love

drinking tea in the asylum

counted the magpies with superstition

watching the clock blemish time

wrote a hypothesis of angles

dancing in the symmetry of the room

played bingo with our empty thoughts

asked the pen to write us a magical poem.