Some images captivate my thoughts
Recurring until I write them down
If we all lived in a glass bubble world
We could locate a harmony
Visuals of curly creatures swirled
Vertical life
That man in the sky
He can climb, but not fly.
Lavender lids
Human dolls with lavender lids
We curl into each other
As would a plume of smoke
I can't see through the branches
I drifted up, up, up
Met the man whom I thought could not fly
Mistaken was I-
The light patterned his skin octagons
My holographic man.
My sunshine falls like confetti
Liquid metal rain
Hearts pop playing
In galactic skies, everyone fucks freely.
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