Trampolines In the Ocean
Dawn awakes to a world with a hole,
A giant gap in the middle.
The streets are full of thrown out clothes,
A technicolor river.
And at once I stare at the sum that seemed to grow.
A nightingale has laid its head after one last pursuit,
A little girl hops off her bed with one red little shoe,
It is as if night itself has waken too.
And at once I stare at the group that seemed to slow.
As I lean over the windowsill and look at those pairs of eyes,
I lean into a world of thread that sets balance on pieces of skies.
And at once I stare at those pieces that seemed to glow.
Mouths dropped open and pockets full of lies,
One handkerchief finds its way out and flies.
Fascination floats about as one full portion,
And as I finally see,
I can't believe,
There are trampolines in the ocean.
Dawn awakes to a world with a hole,
A giant gap in the middle.
All that is sound is the winds blow,
And a wail from a cradle so little.
Insanity is what I now believe,
For it has changed its precaution,
And as I see I now receive,
Trampolines in the ocean.
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