Bizarre creatures. Figures for eyes and ragged shapes
Their reality bends our own and yet, their lands see no end
Prisms all around, lights beaming from a disco earth, all recorded in these tapes
All for everyone to see my mental descend
A triangular, anthropomorphic, rose-scented rabbit dashes to my aid
It carries me on its back while jumping around with its mighty, rectangular legs
I can see through it. The liquids inside and the flashes that fade
We enter a tube, inside, some butter-and-eggs
I thank it for the breakfast and go on my way
In the distance, a flock of harpies and ravens fly by
Those magical, rainbow wings reflect my pride in full display
One of them drops an egg. It is so tiny and round that fits like a monocle in my eye
I put it on and I start to see some pretty smokes
It seems lava surrounds me. Jelly like and full of friendly jellyfish
They power the cores of a nearby cafe. A giant square is hidden in the shades of oaks
Inside, from slender pentagons to fatty dodecahedrons, all so swish
I order a mug of their strongest cup, it comes with little balls and a candy straw
All shine with a different color and taste like vodka. The cow bartender cleans its oval teats
I finish and pay my bill. A bull stops me, asking for my paw
A paw I ask, seeing my shapeshifting hand. A hoof perhaps, the bull asks, dancing to the beats
It takes me to the dance floor. A stage in the skies flooded with floating waters
I recognize the song. My childhood jam plays while I dance with a hunky stud
We spin and spin until I fall through the waterfalls. The bull smiles while I land on our daughters
Such beautiful scents, an amazing array of colors. Shame they are but only a flower's bud
I nurture them. Crack the yoke out my monocle and I serve it to them
They begin to bloom with the nutrients and veil of a full moon
They rise and rise but come just short for me to grasp a gem
Oh well. I tie their petals to my back and tell them "see you soon"
I begin to fly to the south while checking my wares
Behind me, a pack of dragons breathing stardust
They give gale to my wings and I take to higher stairs
At the top, just little cracks in the crust
Hanging tongues lick my face while I crawl through the floors
Little hedgehogs tickle my back while I reach the rope
I grab the rope and start sliding down. Back to all fours
Back to my cage, my zoo. In the beast lands, no shape is left to hope
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
