(a thing of plasticine is a joy forever)

when everything is plasticine
a smell/ and what do you call
a love to roll, mould, break
to swing in pale blue heaven
feet above fresh leaves
an orange sun
till upside down (such fun)
you see art
pivot
on a rock
(and everything is plasticine)
with possibility
to make/ belief
in self/ creation
's see-saw on a lever   
when everything is plasticine
(a thing of plasticine is a joy forever)