there's a desk waiting for you
with a huge window directly in front of it
and you sit down and none of your bones crack
and the wooden floorboards don't creak
it's all so smooth.
the window is open the perfect amount
for a bit of fresh air to come in and keep
your mind's eye focused but not chill your fingertips.
you sit there and a disgusting albatross of observations
and your least conscious feelings comes out of you
like the silk hankies a clown pulls out of his sleeve that
truly never ends. pull harder and faster
and it all keeps coming and then suddenly the sun
has set behind a green hill and flooded
your peripherals with gold and you stand up and push the seat back
and walk away from the desk,
not satisfied
but elated.
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