It’s something like a shiny floor or a shiny ceiling could be
Shiny, shiny floor, perhaps
But maybe it’s a shiny ceiling
If it is then, could this shiny, shiny floor and shiny, shiny ceiling be made of wood
Shiny, shiny, shiny, shiny ceiling
Shiny floor
It’s possibly a feeling
Shiny ceiling
Down there
Up there
All there is shiny ceiling and shiny floor
Shiny ceiling
It’s night, so we’re looking up
If you look down nothing is there
No stairs, no wide corridor
No thin pipe for hot water
And the floor comes up like light from the back of a plastic star
Disconnected, re-wired to the red earth that covers my boots in a thick dry dust
Looking up at the black sky
Shiny ceiling salty white, with four corners marking shame
Floating but still but gliding
Left/right paddle of my feet, or a crab with a plaster
A nose for change, change but no map for the part where the green shoots end
A place where the slide begins and the water ends
The shiny floor that hovers, over my head
The shiny floor that hovers, over my head
The shiny floor that hovers, over my head
The shiny floor that hovers, under my head
Over my head
Over my head
Over and under
Over and under
Over and under
Over and under
Over and under my head