Objects Found

Buttons bottoming outside their

Sweaters sewn forth in warmth of

Comb woven nests in tv trees a

Mile up beyond some digital cloud...

Now they fall in hyper-spaced

Cyber-speed pixellated droplets

Through all false filters feeding a

Hastily hoarded human picknick...

Like some quantum basket filling

By Itself whatever it can unperceive

Chemically concocted imagination

Might carry the handle of this day...