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Nov 17, 2010

0 Falling through flowers poem

a surreal fantasy poem

I'm falling down an endlessly deep, elevator shaft
lightly packed of flowers
and I don't know if I'll ever get back
to the top floor, where there's my shower

still draining down, draining for the last couple of hours

Where has the time gone, will it ever ripple back
back to the serenity of rain and a porcelain encased ocean
stealing my thoughts away with the music of erosion

these tidal forces of our lives

And all I can do is smell the sweet scent of flowers