Dear Stranger,

It just goes on and on doesn't it? I wrote this poem white looking out at the water tanks.

All angular, circular

Ten sided, white

Celestial bodies

Spheres of heaven

Traversing the horizon

Residues of a Dreamworld

More precious than it

Sit with me at the end

Counting them like stars

Like planets

Netherworld terraforms

Dreaming of worlds Dreaming of worlds