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I floated from the entrapment of the ceiling,
I was surrounded by a box,
Where great walls and windows prohibited me from seeing,
The windows had no view, only the blankness of grey.
The entrapment held me down,
And like some bird,
I wished I could have flown and broken the rust barriers of the ceiling, and been in flight.
The floor was not open,
I could have fallen through a hole in the floor,
The hole would have given me air to breathe,
If only I could have fallen through that non-existent hole,
I would have been spewed out of the hole,
I would have been spewed out of your mouth,
Covered with the ripeness of your tongue,
You would have spat me and there I would be,
Fell through a hole just to get there,
The prison bars of ceiling and wall would not surround me,
And it would just be you and I there,
Alone, together at last,
The whispers of the clarity of sky,
The song of the purity of birds,
The cooing of Sun,
And we would meet mouth to mouth,
Our kisses would resuscitate one another,
And I would be free of entrapment,
And alive in the splendor,
That is your kiss...