what a miraculous
blue horse
with his unicorn
in pink ivory glitter
and the fragility
of my best porcelan

how high can he fly
how accurately can I spot him
mingled as he is
with the unclouded sky

how visionary of him
corageously
undoing the knots
in my fingers
disarming my closed hands
oh! boy
lucky me

what a gorgeous
blue ride
on his armoured torso this is
taking me
in its simplicity
to a place behind the horizon
throughout short cuts
of magical reconstruction
reconstruction me

how high can I fly
how accurately will you spot me
mingled as I’ll be
with the unclouded sky