Firefly, light in a bottle. 

See the world zoom in.

Put a mask on every face.

Make porridge,  heat the tea.

 

I am sinking in too fast

Poetic  Lethargy.

In the treeline of the mind.

Hide some words from me.

 

Strange as it may seem to you

Stange as it might be.

Sits a Cottage made of rock

Mined— from local scree.