Falling, Jabbing & Juggling

NARRATOR
A dreamer wasn’t Paul
But he fell through space
Little brown body snapping
Stretching like soft rubber
Unnamed stars streaked past
A tunnel, slick and damp
Smelled of earth
Vines, roots and branches scraped him
Time stops for the broken heart
Twists and turns
The tunnel laughed
Poking, juggling poor Paul

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Falling jabbing juggling poking
Nudging prodding digging and punching
Thrusting digging bouncing
Pulling snapping shifting laughing
....sleep

NARRATOR
The tunnel stopped
And he dropped
Falling a short space then hitting the ground with a thud
Moss and mud
The air was thick, moist
Smelling of dying roses
Welcome to The Nobody Hole, Paul
Intoxicating air made him hazy
The sky was a dingy brown
He was in a quiet garden behind a museum
A dozen rows and a family of scarecrows looked down on him
The Cold Moon hung above like a ball of peppered ice
His once bumpy skin was now a drawing
How?
Laying his head on a cabbage in the garden
Curling up as a baby may
His eyes heavy as his heart became
A million voices and sleep’s embrace

The family of scarecrows awakened as Paul fell asleep and circled his body in an eerie song and dance…