n.i.m.b.u.s.

(see annotations)

i throw my hook
past the clouds,
catching oddities,
within the blinking, starlit sky*
(*black felt, a few holes, and a lamp)

reeling in the artefacts,
i ignore the contradictions.
i can only offer snapshots,
of an ever-changing mind**
(**neural tissue, fluids, and electrical impulses)

ignore the pronouns,
the I is not Sky,
You are not the They,
enjoy the poems for what they are***
(***emotions, thoughts, and magic)