Playing with Keys
An apartment with a sink of dishes and a trail of ants feasting
Ants feast to my tune. Lights move and massage me.
Keys form a picture of leaves with sounds of water nearby
I stop typing so children can fall gently back to the ground
Now, children play in cool water next to leaves in the sun.
Walls move as I type
Hedges harden and turn into stone walls that grow higher
I stop typing and the walls remain,
Lights move and massage me.
Nothing changes, so I keep typing.
Walls. Ceiling. Everything is back. AGAIN.
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