The writhing pump elated
Beating its cage with alacrity
In a moment, opened wide
Some door showing beyond:
unleveled love, a charm of ancients
and some word
a pill
an anesthetic?
Urged forth, and argued soundly
To bring about an ending force
A deja vu, and, so leading to a coup de grace.
A moment's wide opening
Some level door from up above,
Showing within:
A crouching leopard
In golden grass
A zebra's hoof among the giraffe's lands
A stoic, quiet, frozen article
Arriving somewhere out of time.
Mayhap a road has been destroyed
And blown away
A highway, the only exit still
Now gone,
all gone,
and a door leads back:
Some stumbling, some jumping
Smiles, frowns and puffed up cheeks
So similar are you in time
Some lacking of "real life"
Hallowed halls
Blocked off walls
Bleeding dolls
An armchair sitting by the Analects
The bluetube burns its nonsense light
And all the dolls, halls, walls found status quo
In vacuum
All things fall just as fast.