Day 351: Down the Rabbit Hole

Take a shovel to dig the yard and find missing teeth, naked hair, and marshmallow rocks

Ride a blue jay through major chord music flowing through the branches of willow trees

Drink the red wine pouring from the cumulus clouds, hovering down below

You may find a child creating a labyrinth with paper walls and crayons towers for posts

Mortar made of memories, bricks made of broken hopes

There are fantastic wooden rides, afterall

Rollercoasters that ride through the geysers eyes of Earth

Shooting from the tops of volcanoes and landing in the bosom of moon craters

How scary and unfamiliar we’ve become, digging too deep to find the diamonds

Slippery hands surrounding slippery feet on the sides of cliffs

All the way down we ride, ride, ride

Tumbling throughout the bright darkness

Assured that there are beds and pillows made of feathers awaiting us at the bottom

One can only see what they create

So far into the future and so few into the past

Let’s get on the merry-go-round again

Hoping to find the answers to the test we dreamt

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