Where there’s a well, there’s a way
To fall into that well, or swell
Oh shucks
you’re on the escalator now
That de-escalates you
To the lower levels of hell,
Which strikes me as a gooey trampoline park
But you can’t get off at will
You must exercise less will,
Must let go
To levitate,
But avoid getting cut in half on the way
By remembering all that you love.
All you’re grateful for.
Compassion.
Don’t forget to compash yourself
On the way to the outdoor rave upstairs
Where the music is so legit, it bonds with your cells,
And the waters you contain ripple with the sound of the waves.
The sound waves.
You lock eyes across the space
With the love of your life
And now you're standing together,
Forgiving all the badness you did, and
All the goodness you didn’t do.
You submit to the experience.
You decide to call your mom,
And visit your grandma, too.
Can’t remember what shame named you
Or how it got there in the first place
Cuz now you’re in a museum
Staring at the great works of art,
By everyone
Not just the white man
And he’s less anxious now, too
Because he found his peace,
his place in the whole thing
Building a new world
Building a new world, too.
A robot looks for ways to bring excitement to his lonely job as a sushi chef in space.