Wizard Of Windows

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Wizard of Windows

“One can know the world without looking out the

window. One can see the way of heaven.”

--Lao Tzu.

In my writer’s room,

behind my gilded Mac,

yes, 

there is a window

of sorts.

that remains mostly curtained,

for it’s actually a portal,

and therefore

it defies cameras

and laughs at shutters,

because the view

is a panoramic rotoscope

perpetually in motion,

or it could be a slice

of the fourth dimension.

I have clearly seen

medieval castles

sprouting

out of ice cathedrals,

winged creatures,

from banshee to cherubs,

flying horses and tigers and baboons.

I have seen

a six-up team

of golden mules

with gossamer ears

and ruby hooves

pulling churches,

            dime stores,

            masques &

            taverns.

Last week, I saw

a badger in a top hat,

astride a tortoise

that stood in a 

red radio flyer,

pushed by the pope.

Last month, I saw

a vintage circus train,

with several aquatic cars,

filled with orca,

piloted by purple squid,

who wore coral crowns,

and used seaweed harnesses.

I have even seen

my Higher Self

strolling on the glowing streets

of Bardo, strutting

in my rainbow suit,

enjoying the applause,

while avoiding the claws

of the triad of shadows

that trailed behind.

With but a squint,

I can see

star gates, black holes

and red dwarf suns

with billions of planets

buzzing about like bees,

worshiping their own stars.

All this and more, and more, and more,

just behind that dusty curtain,

witnessing things others can’t imagine.

My creativity has artesian aspects.

My mind is a powerful warrior’s bow,

and my words are my arrows

as I stare out my window.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at d'Verse Poets Pub