An Experiment In Progress

To spread the chromatogram of thoughts across
A meadow of electricity.
To rearrange the bisected hemispheres of the earth
Into time without its days and nights, and
Into space without dimensions.
To transform the evening moon into
A butterfly, luminous and flying across the sky of dreaming.

Imagination, a bird of prey, hunting for an idiom,
In the vertigo of riddles and paradox, and to resurface
As a chameleon with crown of flame amidst darkness.