A bathroom floor - an art of magic.
Balls of hair and dead skin cells
trails of feet and summerdust.
A cosmos of all things,
our universe is like a lazy artist's bathroom.
Tribes of microbes living their golden ages
Before a tidal wave of bleach vanishes them off the face of earth.
And it's the very essence of magic,
to flush your ego down
and get lost in the sewers of oblivion,
be the tiniest, wisest un-you
or just
un-be.
And it's the very essence of life,
to be able to purge yourself
chloridically
while lying on the dirtiest ground.
We are living in a world,
where truth and lie won't apply.
We are living in a world,
wher