There is a world
where a chair
gets to be a table
and the table gets to recline
in poses impossible
Sofa can snore
and stairs go nowhere
Roof comes down
for a friendly chat with the floor
without the walls crumbling
or crying for being left bare
Bricks go shopping
for spaces between each other
Lest they're teased
by the bonsai on shelf
for not being individual enough
Windows hang out with doors
that neither open, nor close
This can become that
and that can be whatever
Unlike the only one
who breathes in the household
and dies each night unrealised
trapped in being
a man, woman or just human
That world
where anything is possible
and change doesn't change
for the sake of change
That world
is happening right here
before your eyes
under your nose
For you to feel and become
the moment you come unstuck
from being whatever you
did not choose to become
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