A Poem, Untitled

Slick, silver lines criss-crossing the sky
blocking the orange and red of the cosmic sky.

Making he, with eyes too small,
confused and stuck to the stony ground .

Unable to get beyond the grey suits causing a blurred landscape,
so that the violet dress seems nearly invisible,
and his dream of colour and the explosions of the sky triggering cycles and circles not seen
by he who is suffocated by slick silver lines and grey suits.