birds are skyfish

birds are skyfish
clouds are foam

i breath in
and let it out
(bet it's not the cleanest air on Earth
or in History

but i'm quite used already
to a certain level of filth

and a star out there
my father
shines brightly
through the foam
and it makes everything colorful
and it's still beautiful)
and then nothing exists
for a second

absolutely nothing
in a single one
that's not there to be found

like some ears of corn
tied up
together
if you cut the rope
and they just fall

just like that

things simply ARE
for a second