Refugees of Reason

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Bee's Bagatelle in A plays

words lay across my lap
set aside for the moment
contemplating the universe

particles of light
penetrate the upstairs window
bursting towards me
bathing me in warm glow

clouds explode above
my neighbour's peak
refracting light (and thoughts)
across time and space

the world's problems continue
cures remain to be discovered
unified theories still un-unified
and one end awaits us all

and me, I drift towards a sleepy place
as the clouds slip behind
my neighbour's roof

~gtk