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Bubbleskin

I watched a child blowing bubbles
Reflective circles
That unshackled themselves
Through a single breath of life
They rose upon an invisible force
Ignoring gravity as non existent
And I wondered what existence
Would presume to exist
Within them

If I, Obviously gossamer thin
Were Able to apply
A mere pressure
Gaining entry without dentistry
Would I simply fly
Up into the sky
Marvelling at our World
Flying rapidly by
Would I

You see I would be
Within a new eternity
The central focus
Of A reflective whole
Like a sentient ball bearing
Unaware of my roll
And what of light
Now focused on me
Ever so bright

Thats not me thats bright
Heaven forbid
But the warming focus on me
Might hurt quite a bit
But let us say
My world became a mirror
Effervescent Splendour
Getting constantly thinner
What would I think

Would I be aware
Of how precarious I was
Perched in the air
Like an Earth
Floating in space
Have I changed to a metaphor
Of Our Human race
As time marches by

Such a metaphor
Where the crust is just dust
Whilst bubble skin thins
Juggling and Struggling
Above next doors bins
Cycling above the recycling
Another token
Little meaning
If the bubble skin bursts

Aye If the bubble skin bursts
What matters it all
If I struggle to fly
I’ll surely die
Thus my calamity
In intellectual vanity
Became an analogy
For bubble skinned
Humanity

@Andrew Carnegie, Wiltshire, March 2016.


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