a pocket full of sand

In a few moments
A pocket will descend
From outer space
From imagination

,

A place so undefined
So unsought of
Speculation is moot
It is beyond the Dark Matter
.

The pocket transcends logic
It is more than that
At once it enters atmosphere
And announces nothing
;

Beyond all dimensional capability
The pocket maneuvers
Over beloved landmarks
As one entity at once
.

Cameras in every country
Capture the illusion of aerial tumult
And a ripe discouraging ballump
Nevertheless lenses respond
,

And show upon reflection
askew perpendiculars
Of nothing in common
With human spatial relations
,

Beyond that of the moon
Above our shoulders
Following or leading
Until the sands run out.