There were clouds in my bath.Puffy clouds, floating, gently bumping and merging.
The warm/hot scented water was the oceans.
I was earth.A special world, parallel to the reggly world.
Drifting.Signs of emotional life.Still movement, senses receptive, accepting.
In and out of the moment, this plane, space.A bath globe.
Madame’s Magical Menagerie by Ken Fulk
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