oVer there i heard an overture

over there
lays fresh
cut hair
from the barber
who accidently
cut some flesh
with his
scissors
and now a person sits
in a leather covered chair
bleeding while grinning
starring
deep into
his reflection
in that mirror

over there
sleeps a bear
like a drunk
who drinks
too much beer
while baby cubs
sleep atop
the warm fur
of their father
tired from
waiting for
their mother
who hunts for food
each day its harder

over there
I heard a voice
from behind those
clouds
like a whisper
that sounded loud
it told me things
I don't remember
and since
that day
all things feel pure
so I've denounced
the word obscure
i wished it to
the realm of stars