(this is the body
We look over the Skyline
“ThE StReet lighTs PoUr LiKe A MeLtIng RivEr!”
I drink coke because it reminds me of a time when I would sit underneath that mango tree.
This candy is synthesized for space travel.
Ting-Ting! AND THE UNIVERSE IS BEING CREATED.
We travel together
The buildings get closer
Mothership floats towards me.
“yOU cAN hAVE tHE DisEase of my ConsCiOusneSs!”
Rinse your feet
with holy water.
The womb is an isolation tank.
A voice spoke.
Diffusion of particles and a new thing emerges.
(c) A.R. Minhas