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May 2016
there's a world all around that is nothing as it seems
what we see may not be there or is it our mind in disappear
rivers of colors flow, as golden fish jump out of the pond as they begin to freeze
the clouds are sliver  the sky is pink
this cannot not be real or so we think
the more we see we cannot believe
as it start to rain falling leaves
they hit the ground and grow into trees
being confused you continue you decide to walk
to the ocean to see the sea
but the water in the ocean is not what you think
it  is soft like wiped cream and has cherries floating that are pink
you mind must be having a melt down
or your eyes need to get fixed
because something  must be playing  a weird kinda trick
then you see you brain up in the air
you try to catch it but it looks at you with a stare
so you  grab a ladder and climb on up
take hold of your brain as you wake back up
on the couch you sit up
as you look out into the sky
everything is back to normal
then you let out a relieving sigh
for you will never know what caused this
all you can do is be more careful next time
Michael Hill
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Michael Hill  Powell river
(Powell river)   
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