Freeverse 574

12/29/21

you and I evaporate up to a cloudy boxspring
to make right the upside-down yesterday
we scribble in a gold guestbook
a wispy cloud with an asterisk
drapes us like a tablecloth
a sign reads "no accidents for the last 3 milliseconds"
somehow we glide
making our way to the Universe Door

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