cin

i fell
into
the spiralling arm
ever inward
ever sinking
slowly
into the surface
the world began
to coalesce
into a sugary nothing
as i found myself
deeper
eventually
my feet found purchase
in the soft and flaky surface
ethereal
cinnamon scented slicks
pulled me farther
into this new reality
this mini-milky way
that now housed my spirit
i may be craving
a cinnamon bun
or losing
the last vestige of sanity

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