I am a Pelican
I have made quite a nest
at my level of choice in my descent in life.
I’d show you around but you’re standing on it.
I’ll show you down and man, you’re looking at it.
The earth opens up, turns inside out, and it is colorful.
I’m in with pinpoint accuracy, stretched and warped.
It’s a jungle gym of physics and mathematics down here.
The world’s top scientists would have a giggle.
Time breaks free.
It is released from clockwork and springs,
like water on the moon.
Other than a distant sound resembling a siren, it is quiet, eerily quiet.
Everyone is pushed away.
I can breathe, I can reflect.
It smells pleasant and I am not used to that.
At no sooner time could this have happened
as I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Have you ever swallowed a duck whole?
My friend, a big ass snake has.
I’ve got half an ax to prove it.
I’m so much bird, my mouth is full of hollow bone and feathers.
I am a pelican.
