(stream of consciousness)

Sitting at a black table
In a white chair
Alice in an alien game of chess
Frozen into the fable
Belonging to nowhere
Metallic clasps of a bass
Floating through the air
Powdery caress
of the dusty light
on the glazed ochre of earthenware
Melting away their tight
Firmness into a viscous delight
About to drip
Like baked milk.
Pleasantly loosing my grip
On reality…Silk
of surroundings
Wrapping around me.
The day is so lush…