Epic poetry resembles that zoology
There’s an airplane in my telephone
I wonder if it’ll ever take me home
There’s a flower in this deck of cards
Will it relieve me of the boredom?
And I look across the buildings
I see rows and rows of trees
As I catch up on my reading
I fall deeper into dreams
And I am lost, and to be found
As I turn myself around
To face the distance
That lies between us
