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
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