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
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