Life is a dome
The stone ceiling hovers
Above us, our coffee cup, and our books
And lights fed by electricity
Misinterpreted as stars
Blurred by the misty blow from the aircon
Misinterpreted as the holy force.
Tiny flowery eyes that stare us from glass jars
Misinterpreted as Mona Lisa's face
We, we are domed.
We, we are doomed.
The dome is broken
Now
As circumstances shattered it
Into a thousand flying pieces
Cracks reverbating throughout its
Concrete thickness
Sending the news of menacing victory
To frighten it into its
Disintegration.
I looked up
Above: another dome
The dove-blue sky
Shrouded by nothing, and in nothing lies
Greatness;
Its base melting into greens, peaches,
greys and browns
A single vein curving its way into
Infinity.
I looked up
Above: another dome
The Universe
And above: another dome
Ignorance.
We are, after all,
Domed in ,one after another,
Into worlds and worlds
Of ignorance.
- Naychi
17th March, 2018
Road to Naypyidaw
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