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The sky is purple

Man has always aimed to the sky
KItes
Planes
Rockets

And we dig
into the ground
with a shovel
But rock stops us midway
or less than mid way
We stop
sometimes we find a spring or well
If we're cursed, we find oil

Into the sky
What flies is an extension of me
There's a thread between us
Translucent but sturdy
like that of a web
The spider crawls from beneath the carpet
I squash it
-just kidding, it's alive.

Ode to the internet
So what if it's a window into secrets
A spying eye into the files of any self
So what....
The way it makes me spy
with my little eye
something that begins with
-You name it, and there it is.

Life in 3D ... and the fourth?
Five people and two dogs
Cirque du soleil on the PC screen, on TV is National Geographic
-Abu Dhabi edition
On one, a women in red hanging from the sky
The other, Omani men dancing with swords

Repeat
Life goes in a loop
But we don't have to
We can skip, from one hill to the next
in a green car

L;-