The Woman Of Discontent

The Woman of Discontent


The disembodied head

Of the strange, sorrow-eyed lady.


Looks upon a world.

That is clearly crazy.


A world where stars

Are inverted in the aquatic sky.


A world where the fishes stream through,

These celestial bodies as they pass by.


A world that holds no ground

In logical rationalizations.


For it is a world created by

The eternal energies of the imagination.