a break

You bank in a well-earned break from logic, coherency and the blah blah blah of the reality
Things are oddly clear when broken down to pieces
Glued up and staring back at you from a mirror
(They make a lot more sense that way)
Then as always,
Take a walk through the torn bits of your illusory life
Except this time you are aware of the solitude of you and your shadow
Parting the sky
On the back of a wooden unicorn
Which the two of you stole from a merry-go-around
And this
is the only time when you are not afraid to fall