Creation
See a world
of things real and unreal,
a round wonder of measureless
oceans, mountains, trees,
nameless creatures
and a kaleidoscopic swirl
of colours to illuminate the night
and entertain a soul,
a slowly turning orb hung
on a web spun between
the reaches of an evening,
and all of this
held within a head
on a pillow, alone
in a darkened room.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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