Will I, through the verticals,

comprehend the horizon?

I mix to see

what my gaze refused to capture.

I blend, creating a new place

that is ablaze.

Shadow that is not shadow,

Sky that is earth,

As if learning to write made the letters backwards.

Sky grass earth.

Earth grass sky.

Grass?

Is it grass without green?

Grass without grass?

Join, paste, overlay

What world emerges

from the space in between?

Is it the in-between 

that we ignore to gaze at?

Despite it being what we look at the most,

Without looking.

Sky is earth,

Earth is sky,

And grass is not grass.