poetic license
jumping from fractured fairy tales
to fractal physics
the very flower scented and grown
from perfume bottles
a glass to see into
a sample dipped
delicately
and never tasted
looking into it becoming
a surprize at what is seen
from midnight to midday
time flows in gravity
drip dripping
little waves of beads
elemental sands
an hourglass bottling
a perfumed bottle
it can be looked though
but never sampled
not even in surprize
seeing without scent
presenting the untouchable sample
of a moment lost
for all our fractured fairy tales
to a fractal physics
we must wake
A. Mendoza, July 2020
