The Faucet

yesterday, i was careful i call it torturous avoidance made sure i stayed away from the ground on every path but pathetically, there was only one path not on this planet that i drew lines upon and pretended was many i call it cowardly creativity 'cause the clouds below blocked the view from the Earth of what i thought was the sun air feeds fire and water feeds earth i guess this is how astrology works my faucet has always been clogged with slime slime that i thought was paint the sundial below never changed guess it was time to turn on the faucet (it was always time) and let my floor dissipate so i could touch the ground in the same way that you must know the rules in order to break them, you must know your world in order to leave it