Fly Away

Fairy Dewdrop's World

A crocodile, a restaurant: fillet without basting
jacket potato, a Scorpio, prawns & butter sauce
offered to a happy crocodile drinking water &
grape juice, an allergic result: the crocodile’s
headache, insomniac again; the question is:

Which world, which me: Seth says we compute
parallel probable realities faster than we can
think and probable versions of the Self realise
every possibility: why then am I stuck in THIS
life, we live Moments inside out, to recreate

The world every time we bat our eyes thus
we recreate Past and Future all the time; my
chosen work is to add glitter to the pictures of
my Past, interpret those dramas in new ways
to give my cells new Memories of Health and

Happiness - taking medication helps, and a
a teaspoon of sugar in my tea, it brings Mary
Poppins’ magical alternate reality with it, in
which I live as her ardent disciple; and The
Sound of Music which accompanies me every-
where, interspersed with My Fair Lady

Maybe I have too many alternate selves in
too many plays, chaos reigns – my vibration
is dispersed & my mental dial moves through
too many frequencies – for now I shall tone it
down by becoming the Dewdrop Fairy in pink

Comparing two texts while a cool breeze and
cobweb-spider-colleagues keep me company,
crocodilian aches are gone, I plan to fly away
real soon...

My Fair Lady