Blowing
on my wand
A large
bubble forms free
Lazily
riding the air
Seeming
perfect to me
I would
imagine
Only if I
could
A world
made of bubbles
And so
there it stood
Transparent
and clean
Without
any troubles
Whatever
could it mean?
Perhaps a
fresh start
See
through
Puffy and
airy
Light and
gossamer
As the
wings of a fairy
I stepped
in among them
And felt
quite contrary
They were
so smooth and soft
Myself
all fleshy and hairy
Gradually
they moved against me
Millions
of scrubbing bubbles
Wearing
away my sharp edges
Opening
my mind and removing the stubbles
My
outsides changed as you can tell
But my
mind transformed as well
Thoughts
light as a feather
Born upon
a soapy breath
Floating
forth
With no
hint of distress
Answers
and questions
In no
particular order
A world
filled with spaces
No fences
and no borders
We may
have lost our sense of self
Nestled
safely amongst the bubbles
Once made
of one
Now one
is many
Once
filled with sadness and hate
Now
utterly lacking any
Emotions
and dreams
Flow
through me now
Shared
with all in a blink
From one
membrane to the next
A
familial electric link
Stepping
back from this dream
For it is
wild and not true
I gaze
longingly
At the
soapy bubbles I blew
I kind of
wish it could happen
Being
accepted without question
It's the
sort of soap bubble love I might want
Wouldn't
you?
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