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Just Another Day in Sector 8

Just Another Day in Sector 8

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

Xenophiles see it all the time.

The transubstantiation of matter
causing hysteria among every culture.

One alchemical shift from lead to gold
and you have empaths weeping over asps, 
telekinetics dropping things on fairy's heads.

A tiny fusion of atoms and the next thing you know
satyrs are dancing with dingos, sphinxes are doing the two step.

Who knows what the next time/space shift is going to bring?

Sigh...........makes for a long day at work.  Ya know?

© 2011 Judy Ponceby

Author's Note

Judy Ponceby
Words provided by Sir Frank:
Asp. Fusion. Dingo. Empath.
Hysteria. Xenophile. Satyr.

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Wow. This is a trippy piece, that's for sure.

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Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH

I am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..