jammns

Looking out a window, not aglass but akin to interdimensional skew.

Timewarps and atypical views pointing nonsensibly , swirling their infinite coagulation of space, warped by matters so fleeting, madder and madder 

Life and sleep and the timeless mores, lizards dreaming of evolutionary release in their way and the spiral weakens  by relinquishing  future lies 

Inside the weather remains, unadjusted, unchanging but for the glimpse