I stare up in wonder at the footprints on the ceiling
Asking myself how they got there
As if the view could be more peaceful from
That perspective.
I cannot separate fantasy from reality
Not today anyway perhaps
Tomorrow after three it will be accepted
Everywhere you want to be
As
The two concepts are intertwined so fervently
That I forget how deep the roots go
Digging deeper under the surface
Dirt under my fingernails
Just blood, sweat, and tears
underneath a moonless morning.
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