Above, between, below.

When I was young, I’d sit in that rocking chair
And I’d zone out

Sometimes I’d just go into another world
And even when I snapped back, I just hovered

Above reality
Between comfort
Underneath Disgust

I’d make words out of the loose bolts grinding against it’s machined body
And convince myself that there wasn’t much more than that

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