Antimatter (Neo Surrealist Poem)

A red bird has flown soaring in the great height of the purple sky. The thrilling scream was like a shrill cry on the soundtrack. The bird has disappeared into the sky, and all it could be heard was the sound. That cold sound became fluid in the ears. A forked green lightning following a zigzagging pattern appeared from an antimatter space. The eyes fixed wide-open up, and the mouths kept silent. A ship has left the dock to disappear in the mobile horizon. It seemingly disappeared and reappeared based on where the eyes were looking; the eyes were not able to leave the dock. When the ship could not be seen, a prolonged blast could be heard. Finally, the ship disappeared in an antimatter space, where the cold could illuminate and beat the heat to burn everything as we beat the heat with icy cold neck wraps. The eyes fixed wide open, and red screams grew from open mouths. The sun lost its strength to become redder than it was before. In the twilight, its disk disappeared below the mobile horizon. Its power was in the spirit and the matter of the cold. The eyes were unable to see where the sun was going. In the soft and purple mist, they looked like little amethyst stones. The violet light slowed down in the water much more than the red light refracted. The waves of alternating strength in electric and magnetic fields moved around the Earth with the tick of a clock. The mouths murmured, but the anti-sound made them all quiet. From an airplane in the sky, the eyes could see two rainbows with colors in opposite order forming a complete circle. The eyes could move up and down to see the red light that refracted out of the droplets at steeper angles than the blue light. The mind could imagine another rainbow made of complementary light wavelengths such as green, blue, violet, red, orange, yellow-orange, and yellow. The sea shone brightly as a sky full of red and bluish comets having tails like trains carrying hydrogen cyanide. Strange, sharp, and cutting words wounded the mouths stopping the thoughts from breathing. Poem by Marieta Maglas