The Happy Shadow

The happy shadow and the end of the universe seen from the other side of the world upside down with telescopes and binoculars broken lenses of infinite convexity curvature that curves around all of everything encapsulating light, shadows, images and everything showing everything the upside down of the upside down because the curvature is so curvy and the mountain paths that spring around the mountain tracing circles like the skin of a tangerine peeled carefully without breaking it or the sourness of it sore fingers and sweet spicy fingertips nails sharpened enamel for hammers to hit on to fit into a world of amazing clarity of things the way they are and of things to come scanning time with rays of unknown origin or identity the X factor of the generation X that loves to sport a moustache and beard on their eyebrows hiding their eyes prohibited vision seeing what is wanted of them to be seen, to be seen as someone else who doesn’t really care about what they see or how they are seen when they talk all the time about their friends who moved away went away passed away on wet mornings of gentle drizzle of water so thick like droplets of honey inside a forest full of trees and sweetest song tunes and words murmuring the breeze and the bees with one’s eyes closed easily mistaken for a seaside all the roar like that of a lion of waves drawing parabolas with the movements of their heads quadratic equations with unknowns in the degree of two or is it the misunderstood order of the polynomial, misunderstood all over again?