The Rising Floor

Can you see the floor lifting up high
one by one they fly
end over end like sand to the sky
just drifting where they want to go...

and can you see the mountain the classroom?
shiny peak with a sun high noon
slippery goddesses battle on the moon
ever so far off talking right at me...

so pardon me
i feel like seeing
your spotted afgan print is blocking my view
it's time to stay
i feel like being
tell me, you can be who?

and will you see those shapes twisting to your eyes
liek sharp cones pointing right inside
directed at the mass of nothingness you hide
will you take them for something to do?

open up your chest like a boy, reach on in
grab that heart good yet full of sin
and the hinges that hold it stab like pins
does it feel just like you wanted it to?


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