My tiny dancing flower

I tilt my head towards the sky,
My lucid body open, only for god to see.
My mind centers in on this singluar cublical
On this singular moment
In this singular life
I reach my arms toward the sky and I begin to wonder
Am I the one who's going under?

I tilt my head towards the ceiling
Each crack in the wall,
Each bug floating around the light
Let them be my witnesses
Let them be the jury
I realize how much I worship you, my heart begins to sink
Why should I care so much what a tiny flower thinks?

It's now 5 in the morning,
I hear the cars moving quickly outside the open window,
The breeze is picking up,
I finally realize that I am all I need,
The clothes on my back,
The tiny flowers on the wallpaper begin to dance together
they dance
they dance
like we once danced
until noon.

Then the flowers begin to fall
they fall off the wall
one by one
until
there
is nothing at all
I wipe my glazed eyes