I wish the world would go silent
So I could listen to the
Of the water leaking in from the cracks in the walls
Filling up this tiny room.
As the air escapes
And the silent water extends its hungry jaws toward the distant ceiling
the room fills with a blue hue.
And every one of my belongings gains a face
The curtains dance as they reach for the hidden sky
And every object floats in its own sphere of water
Each being its own celestial body.
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