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ImForLove
Whyville Poet

Mouse Hole

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Author's Note: I had to change my username from HAPHBAKED to ImForLove and will now be sending my poems under that name, but it is still the same person and same account, just to clear things up.

I walked along the ocean floor
Until I came across a door.
Behind it I found outer space.
I floated all around that place.

Over the planets I fell into
A black hole the size of a baby's shoe.
I opened my eyes in a makeshift hell,
An oven large enough for twelve.

I opened its door and jumped down to tile,
And found every square was a quarter mile.
I crossed the desert the kitchen made,
crawled in a mouse hole that offered shade.

The mouse was a monster the size of a lake.
Its teeth were a million sharpened rakes.
I ran for the safety of a crack in the wall
And when I squeezed through, I found a hall.

Infinity mirrors on either side.
The walls and the ceiling and the floor denied
Any limit that might be traced.
Lost in the storm of a giant brain.

Paintings popped from the air around.
Random music was the only sound.
My arms turned to tentacles and eyes to ears.
My thoughts were made into metal gears.

This is the way you make me feel.
This is the way love turns the wheels.
Sanity's lost when a heart is broken.
Love is the only perfect logic.

 

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