Rebel Fiction

As the kite flutters across the Blues;

My fiction dictates my Words;

Just as a child behind the Kite;

To make it Fly;

I am behind my Fiction;

To touch every Color 

As the raiment supports the Kite;

My imagination supports my Fiction;

As the kite weaves the Pattern

I liberate the Play;

As the kite swoop to the Earth

I turn the tale;

As the kite spring into the Child

I end up at another World;

To recourse myself to Another..!!