MOVE

Fixed Furniture

She is darkness dancing in daisies.
A field of mist, wild and hazy.

Fixed furniture in a rented room, a tethered ballon.
A harvest moon but you won't look up.

The peaceful center of a natural disaster.
You'll be left wondering about the things that don't matter.

If she extends her ladder, climb it faster.
Don't worry about what comes after.

She's made from manic laughter.