A beak of sleep, painted
crudely on a tank, becomes
tainted, reflected, a skewed boot,
forever glancing off a surface;
destructive and distasteful
as O’Brien suggested.
Peace, askance, becomes a spade;
a blade to dig a grave with;
a tricky proposition in any city street.
The school of matter over mind: predictive.
Letters and signs; alphabets reinvented;
fact from fiction: fiction to fact.