Her shoulders kissed the noonday sun The crystal clear she found herself in became a conundrum Freedom, terror... the exquisite ecstasy of falling, falling The car got hit by a cat Forever at peace
This was the result of a little exercise... three people each wrote a line of poetry, then passed it to the next person... I extracted the lines that I had written then switched object for subject, and voila. Nonsensical but a fun way to write nevertheless