"What Happened Today"

September 26, 2011
A buzzing, whirring noise
The streetlamps sound like indoor florescent lights, making the purple sky sunshine yellow again
I sit locked out, with no one to talk to; no feet to pick me up and run
A distant sound of birds, like the window has been left open
And the sky hangs like an illusion on the ceiling of this vast room they call the world
I run out onto the highway
Hands outstretched for a knob only I can see
To a big brown and brass door that isn’t there
In the middle of the median of the center of the universe

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