all it takes

I think

the sun is crooked...

and the moon,

what happened to the moon

I blink, shake my head

rub my eyes...

its all the same

and now dizziness sets in

digression; mutation;

a flower like a closed fist

blooms forth,

unhappy becomes happiness

  -  morphological derivation

is that all it takes,

adding a new affix to

the base word

a forceful resetting,

looking at the charts

to plot a new course

I raise my hand

to straighten out the sun...

and the moon, 

there you are again my friend

(Corpus, photo by Louis Blanc on joeinct.tumblr.com)