Cosmic Breakfast
Martian morning broke Cosmic pickle taste of secrets Pink cloud sweetly strange.
Spaceship, bus of stars between Jelly beings, space pedestrians roam Cosmic daily circus.
Office, glass cage of tasks confined Jet fuel coffee, despair's bitter taste Empty meeting, words unbound.
Home, a box of silence, stars between Reconstructed dinner, taste vague and cold Numb hologram gaze, routine.
Space night, black curtain, silence deep Marmalade dreams, space nightmares creep Another dawn, pickles steep.













