The landscape slides beneath him
The sky stays marvelously pinned
To a canvas unseen by human eyes
Whilst he gazes from within
A frame, inertial
Inertial, it seems.
In his state of pondering
A vision was just but wrought.
A momentary breach of vigil
An intrusion of thought.
The landscape yet slides beneath,
But the speckled sky now swings
On the canvas unseen by human eyes
Whilst he gazes from within
A frame, inertial no more
No more inertial, it seems.
4 comments:
Nice poem. Inspiration?
I know! Look only at the train, looks like the ground in moving? Look only at the boat, looks like the water is moving?
Theory of relativity, eh?
Yace! Anupam is right.
I was half awake, so it was all trippy.
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