inside the blue sky only
the rocket was walking its way to the nearest droplet:
the sea was filled with a mirroring speed
catapulting the strings of a memory, whatever string,
deep, skinny and blunt,
over the red horizon
the zero of the nature became the infinity,
the countless infinity of white spots
opening the abyssal sculpted time
blue and green and orange
were the colors of the painted veil
of a beautiful and lucid dreaming mind