成人快手

Imagine there was no sky.
would the sea be blue and would the air now be black?
Would there be a wonderful red yellow spectrum set against
that black, black, silvery black at the beginning of a new day?
Would there be a skeptical moonbeam piercing our long, still
evenings with trickling traces of technicolour dream?

Imagine there were no trees.
Would we be content with our buns relaxing leather-bound under
the ceiling of a scraper lobby within a concrete jungle distracted by
the whizzwhizz of street lights,
the mumbled rambling shadows of the habitual street people,
the faint spiralling whisper of a grey smoke cloud
and the 'thankfully' distant echo of an emerging siren?

Imagine there was no US.
Trees could stretch out their stunted branches and roots to yawn life-giving breath every morning, without fear of passing plane or neighbouring building.
They could patiently await an intermingling with Sky in a wonderfully whimsical and colour-filled love affair filled with a fruit-filled fragrant romance.
Blades of grass could relax in a powerful faith that they won't be crushed under the flippant stride of a carefree whistling stranger.
Apples could dangle juicefully happily until the development of maturity that allows them to brace themselves with a knowledge of how to land softly upon a leafy carpet.
Bees could store as much golden honey with a maternal pride without the fear of the regular 'snatch n' grab' by a white glove cloaked with choking smoke.

If there was no me
I would not be writing upon dead tree,
I wouldn't have the eyes to see or to motion capture weeping images of regret which now overflow the cup holding my active imagination.