Dreamland
The carousel slows to a stop,
circular light bulbs flickering.
Light to
Nothing,
to light.
An instant so minute
it drags on.
-
The roller coaster loops,
traversing into another dimension.
A world in between,
almost, not quite
escaping
gravity. Reality
is as far as we go.
-
Cotton candy clouds are made
by going in circles.
Accumulating large clumps
from nearly invisible wisps.
Maybe that is why
they disappear on first taste
leaving only sticky fingers.
Copyright © Zin Lim | Year Posted 2013
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