Puddle

_{Posted 2024-04-19 10:28.}

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I dreamt that I was a puddle
Amorphous on a city street
Born from pipe, not from cuddle
I laid there, stabbed by feet

Up above shone the sun
Its painful rays shooting heat
While for most it was fun
I felt a lot less upbeat

Into vapor none can see
Nothing to do but to stare
While the radiance ate at me
I slowly boiled into the air

Into vapor, no longer me
As I boiled into the air
Nothing is left of me
For the radiance does not care