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Pond of Plastic Lillies
Waist deep in a pond of plastic lilies
larger than usual, about five times
mostly red, on the deeper side
but a few lighter shades, without entering pink
It’s pretty much motionless in the pond of plastic lilies
besides the slightest ripple, from the hardly present wind
of both me and the plastic lilies
It’s an endless pond, at least from my perspective
I presume I am in the middl, but can’t confirm
water and plastic lilies as far as the eye can see
at least my eye
And the water, most amazing, and completely complementary to the plastic lilies
It’s pretty much the typical clear blue,
but it ever so slightly seems to sparkle the most magnificent-
diamond-esk sparkle from every shade of the rainbow
but it’s only caught out of the corner of the eye
and from the corner of the eye, the little sparkle manifests into-
the most spectacular sparkle you’ve ever seen
lust-worthy, you search for more, almost addictive
but soon, you stop, and decide to cherish each sparkle as it is
and only hope for at least one more to shine
In the pond of plastic lilies and spectacular sparkles
the mind is free, the body is free
I soon enter a state like no other
I no longer know if I’m alive or dead
it doesn’t matter
I still feel like in in the pond
I still think I see the plastic lilies
My mind is still manifesting spectacular sparkles
but I can’t tell if it’s real
or if my eyes are open or closed
or even if the pond of plastic lilies is still motionless
is there even a hardly present wind
have the ripples disappeared or intensified
The only person I suppose you’d ask is the Sun
I do remember the Sun
In the pond of plastic lilies the Sun was the life if it all
the creator of the spectacular sparkles
the life within the plastic lilies
and the gates from which the pond once flowed
In my newly entered state, the Sun seems to be the only real presence
Have I left the pond of plastic lilies and spectacular sparkles
the place I felt most free
a place of true bliss
It doesn’t matter
I have reached a place far greater than the pond of plastic lilies
A place far beyond, In which I feel I am the only one to ever enter.
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