BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

Room To Breathe

You’d be impressed
if this was my lounge
and I invited you in
for a look around.

‘Look at those mountains,
look at that sandy carpet,’
you might exclaim.
‘They look exactly like the real thing.’

I bet you’d be astounded
by the optical illusion
I’d created: that figure in the distance
who actually appears to move.

‘No sea?’ you might say,
a little disappointed.

‘This way,’ I’d reply.
‘Just you wait till you see my bathroom.
You could drown in it.’


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