A bandstand and a church I see,

defined by relativity,

Their atoms jostling for position,

at least, that is my supposition.

The sunlight glances like a sword,

Akashic nuance to record,

Above a drone- technology,

mixed with gulls, far from the sea,

multilayered and alive,

defined still though, by senses five,

unless with crown a-tingling now,

orchestrated in the brow,

Kaleidoscopic, shifting sand,

Of the infinite journeyman,

the landscape writhes, revealing more,

A landscape steeped in metaphor.