Cold breeze tickled my nose,
As I stood there waiting for heaven.
Eyes planted on that misty lane,
Coins still wet and clutched.
There it creaked to my front
Its door ever opened and calling,
I plunged into with a deep breath.
Before I took a second
I heard the bell ring and
Fell, tricked by inertia
Praise Lord, I could grasp a hold
Blinded by headed walls,
I sensed the mind of
My weight crushed from all sides.
Learning the ballet was never so fun,
Tip toeing to save my leg.
Pricked and pierced from all around
I felt amidst stingy bugs.
My inside turned upside down
As it cherished its favorite U-turn
And slithered to and fro
In rhythm to its motion.
Where on earth would you get this treat?
Eat hair and drink sweat.
But keyhole respiration
Is an art by itself.
I did envy those sitting souls,
Their seats worth the queen’s throne.
It struck, the freedom bell
And I packed my lungs a third.
Coming out in parts was sick,
But when that bit of proof was thrown
I felt the pleasure of seven births,
For the morning air couldn’t be sweeter.
14 APR 2017 AT 22:40