Looped house spirals in electric
Greens and reds and blues
The house an illusion yet, still
Slipping cross wavy floorboards
Slipping spiralling, still
The dreams of secret doors
And crannies and nooks to
Hide in, new rooms
Hide in, old rooms
The dreams of secret doors that lead to
Rooms from my unconscious
Playground bedroom
Blues walls with red planes flying across green fields
My imagination is endless
My dreams in HD full surround sound
Of places crossed between once and never
The staircases always grandeur
Golden hues and dazzling chandeliers
I once dreamed I saw everyone I knew and everyone I’ve yet to meet
Doors and staircases towards different opportunities
Looping through in electric
Green, red, and blue
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About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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