Surreal

Last night it began to rain, buckets and pails
The biggest drops I'd ever seen, stepping through the mud
Up the stairs, pondering
Who are these people new to me?
The thunder was sparse, contrast by relentless rain showers
Drops as big as dimes, falling, beating on my body,
Dancing down my spine
Off white walls stair as I peer out the window
Crickets humming their nightly symphony
Reflecting life's little intricacies
I met a woman last night, she was me, to a tee
Unbelievable her number didn't end up in my jeans
Must have been high,
Must have been good, surreal.
Spirits that dance, atoms locked in sequence
So perfect and rare, make you question
If they are even there.

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Indeed this is a grandiose surreal piece of brilliant poetry~Awesome!!!

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