for seventeen hours
or one thousand
and twenty minutes
i counted
i made sure
the bottommost right one flickered
unsatisfied with death
fighting with air
stuck in time
the fireman’s lock
aptly named
oh how it teased
a wonder release
the brilliant doors
that showed me myself
yet showed no way
till i ceased to see
for i fail to remember
which I selected
where I wished to be
as i’m frozen in my puddle
and the glaze grows upon my legs
until i fall to the ceiling
and count no more
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
for seventeen hours
or one thousand
and twenty minutes
i counted
i made sure
the bottommost right one flickered
unsatisfied with death
fighting with air
stuck in time
the fireman’s lock
aptly named
oh how it teased
a wonder release
the brilliant doors
that showed me myself
yet showed no way
till i ceased to see
for i fail to remember
which I selected
where I wished to be
as i’m frozen in my puddle
and the glaze grows upon my legs
until i fall to the ceiling
and count no more
Trapped in descent...
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