| Last night, I had a crazy dream:
I was the leader of a team
that covered the entire globe
with orange cloth, like with a robe,
to make a parcel so gigantic,
wrapped by a bow-tie so romantic
that it enchanted all the hearts
of rich collectors of the arts.
The project cost eight billion dollars
for tissue, labor, strings, and colors;
ten million workers braved the weather
and wrapped the planet altogether,
until the package was so tight
that suddenly there was no light,
until my crazy dream eroded:
That’s when my Bubble Art exploded. |