Zoob

I

am

ZOOB.

You can’t fit me

in a triangle, a circle

or a cube.

I’m the empty seat beside you

on the 31 bus

or the Tube.

If you think you can describe me,

let me tell you that

you’re making a

BOOB.

I can see round corners,

I can look in your eyes.

You can’t see me,

but I’m wondrous wise.

I’m ZOOB.

That’s whoob.

I’m what the wind means

when it moans,

‘Zoob… Zoob.’

I’m what the sky says

when it groans,

‘Zoob… Zoob.’

I’m as near as you are,

I’m as far as the sun,

I’m everything

And I am one:

I’m youb…

Zoob…

ZOOB…

ZOOB…