Tiny Little Globe

I fell up

through a hole in the sky,

tumbling.
Landing amidst creatures so strange

perplexing.
A tiny little globe perceiving

colors astounding.
Textures, structures, fabrics

brilliantly mixing,
deceiving.

Tiny minds

yearning.

On unknowing clouds

I floated, innocently
watching

particles melding.
Separation turned One,

opposites annihilating.
From such intricate fantasy

awakening, I knew

reality's dream

stumbling, falling
on the little globe.

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Entered in One Shot Poetry and Poetry Potluck.