Overzero - the building waved overzero


the end

micro poems, modern idiom

god is a symbol
the building waved
my own death
want's needs
zen song
walking a fine lawn
a modern condition
welcome to my town
the missing point
hole in the ground
the sculptor
the war
new black
the future's bright
give me my horns


The building waved. Nothing drastic,
just a subtle shift, almost imperceptible.

Not obvious,
glimpsed out of the corner of my eye,
not quite believable, but definitely there.


A gentle ripple in the tide of perception.
A hidden sign of something beyond normality.
An indication of the unknown.

The building waved because
I forgot to stop it.