Like Insects From Down There

Never thought to look up

Not once from a four stop crunch 

Too high

Too in love 

Everything is a drug

 Sleeping on the ceiling 

Burning in the blue sheet

Never feeling heat

Never revealing fear

Higher and higher down to the edge

I bet we look like insects up here

Should be at work

He should be pushing a baby carriage in the park

Let the phone ring

Let the fuse spark

Dare to decide this is contemporary 

Dare to decode the art

Cells making up things 

A dab from the artist’s brush reveals her dreams 

A man speeding in traffic while he watches his reflection in the mirror and sings

I bet we look like insects up here 

You are not alone

We see everything 

Author: The Unamused Muse

You know me better than I do.

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