Tunnels in the Sky
The sky is a giant canvas,
Upon which pink tunnels gape,
Created by 3D fuzz that suck in their surroundings
Little hexagonal grapes.
These holes are connected by girders of green,
In a meshed web that covers the sky,
A colourful screen,
Clouds low and misty.
Where do these these tunnels lead?
Written in codes of the universe
That I can try and read,
Before they disperse.
Upon which pink tunnels gape,
Created by 3D fuzz that suck in their surroundings
Little hexagonal grapes.
These holes are connected by girders of green,
In a meshed web that covers the sky,
A colourful screen,
Clouds low and misty.
Where do these these tunnels lead?
Written in codes of the universe
That I can try and read,
Before they disperse.