Sonnet – The Shed

The Shed
Is it ghost house disguised as modern art,
Or science decorated in future skin?
To worth the ticket we all pretend smart,
Appreciating whispers in ghost scene.
Together people sit or lie on floor,
Submerging in illusions of the rocks.
Photography, recordings, and more,
To memorize the weird flying blocks.
Another room makes sense of cubes on fly,
And put them in the landmarks that well known.
Like aliens visit City from the sky,
Abnormal shapes belong to foreign zone.
Imaginations find their audience.
Pretenders meet creative brilliance.

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