And all the things you thought were
strange-march from the room like words
disappearing off the end of a line
and appearing on the next one...
disappearing off the end of a line
gradually feels normal, suddenly.
Orange sunsets won't tell, and that
is all the things you think were strange.
The teddy bears up and leave
taking their pink jelly legs with them
as life goes in on itself
while we all turn into Kafka's beetle.
Don't despair if others share similar
thoughts as the legs of this thing close in.
They're collected in a consciousness hose
and displaced over everyone
like wind-blown dandelion seeds.
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