40 Fragments

I cannot count them, these broken pieces of possibility.

But they haunt me, oh, days cantering by they do,

and I am whirlwind in a storm box,

Space Invader

Space Invader I am a time eating space invader, I am fruit from a strange tree – With odd patterns and behaviour, I have come to drink your tea, I live within my own world sphere It may be obscure for some to see Yet many also feel Martian here There may be others just…