My sky is the igloo roof of the world, pierced with peepholes to permit a glimpse of other space and time. Cheek pressed to infinity.
Eyeball to oddball. Notion or theory.
Fact or mathematical maxim.
The mind moves the roof.
Sky is the mind’s roof of the world.
My sky offers keyholes through which to peer into other spaces and time. Into knowledge vacuums . Into wonder worlds. Back through the eye. Into other parts of the mind. A mind of another kind. Like a world of another kind.