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
That man in the sky
He can climb, but not fly.
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.