Smokey Hourglass by Sabastiano Pitruzzello
There are two fruit flies
gripped to the ceiling of this
plane; perhaps they are
runaways with ephemeral
dreams or simply stowaways
in a time machine running
from impermanence like me.
–Bison Jack
There
in a ceiling
are two stowaways
perhaps they are like me
fruit flies
running with dreams
or simply gripped
to this ephemeral plane
runaways from the time machine
of impermanence
