Poetry

The basics to live 
was with the peeling off, 
the tangerines. The innovative flight 
takes you to surrealism-
 
of a countdown, which begins 
to send a subsonic device 
to small jupiters. 
 
You receive the call and 
jump into black sea-
 
eliminating the foes, breaking the bridge. 
 
This moment after sometime splits, 
ejects the god particle. 
You slip out of backyard 
to embrace the apparition. 
 
The ending was never a happy thing.