stand up,
fist-pump the air,
your chair will clap the floor from the force of the back of your knees.
see it. get it. do it. feel it. make it. write it. say it. ruin it. swallow it. repeat. repeat. repeat. again. again.
squat down,
pick up the chair,
it will blow through the roof, break the atmosphere, and bounce off a dying star.
say hello to the countries in your head;
make your bed like a good little girl.
you will crack a smile when you shake your sheets into a parachute.
a brief inhalation of oxygen
will enter you lungs as the chair will reappear;
staring at the door it will calmly ask you to chose a seat,
though it's the only one there.
Eying the invitation you will shake your head
as it suggests opening a door,
yet before your eyes...
only one has ever existed.
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