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We all have ladders to climb
Changed my mind
and most probably
my spelling and words
quite a lot recently,
thinking we all live
in a simulation and
are bodies are
avatars or emojis,
was watching
high end particle
of love theory.
defo made me think
above me station.
so evolved my spelling
and my words quite a lot,
even my tree’s
become building blocks
every leaf a galaxy
and branches become
electric bridges
to another universe,
sometimes I run
with ghosts and sometimes
I run away from myself
to a place where there’s
nowhere to run to,
such a fascinating place
where the treadmill is
a record player and I’m
running on vinyl, vaulting
diamond encrusted arm,
happily or sadly
I don’t think
we live in a
yellow submarine,
I listen to binaural beats
and get caught up in
love affairs
with whispers
that circle neath
my wide open eyes,
my tears fall
brightly on
sparkly cheeks
and then I myself
roll down my
own cheek,
no sleeves to pull up
no handbrake to
stop myself
from falling,
but just then me!
I settle myself
as a droplet
of water and
roll off my own cheek,
me a droplet
of water rests
inside of an
open rose
with the memory
of an elephant,
I look up to the heavens
and say thank you,
I shall float upon this flower
till morning then wake up again
we all have ladders to climb.
Copyright ©
Chrissy May Thompson
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