—–——~~
No stones unturned
All have sunken down,
Like they wanted to
Penetrate to the center
Of the Earth—
No land for me to stand,
Hands dancing worms
Independently,
Neck extended- for a slam dunk,
Dunking my head out to breathe….
Oh, how I wish buoyancy
Revealed itself sometime now…
Galloping, Running, for survival,
I stare and glare at that;
Actually, my eyes did the work,
My head just followed them;
For my head trusts other senses,
As she has lost all Hope.

Eyes are just capturing the beauty,
Hideousness, or something
Which’s an eyesore-
Head makes an entry, she
Doesn’t have to; but she’s comfortable-
.
She sees a Religious significance,
A gradient; that hooks all senses onto it–
Purple- does it signify pain?
It doesn’t!! Nothing signifies anything
Or do they!?!
The unknown children of Earth,
That we failed to accept,
Due to photographs,
Never even thought Earth might be
A gumball machine with too many Moons;
Too many eclipses;
It still pisses her off as why she isn’t there;
Instead under the Redeemer Tree;
Succumbed by the Gumball Earth.

The Bubble of Earth isn’t
formed for us; but the moons
we just protect it from other
external buildings and industries
Earth is the mother of stones
Life is just a mere guard
for this tree is a Neuron
supplying EarthLife for all these
Moon Nuclei

She wants to go to the Moon Nuclei
The Sky Tissue;
Now, I wanna go–
How I hate Archimedes,
For restricting the power of imagination,
Right now- Buoyancy appeared
Minutes ago, and it’s just moot.

I close my eyes, the bloody
Instigator of Hope;
I just tell her, my Head:

Let me drown, O Cranium
Not because I cannot escape
But, Earth does nurture his Guards
Let me drown
For the grass is always greener
The Eyes have fooled you
And I escape the yard
For the Sky is a graveyard
And the Tree is their tombstone