On Monday, I tasted a spark from a fiery flame,

casted deep down 

in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean.

On Tuesday, I felt the soft quilt of a quale

and the smooth skin of a whale.

On Wednesday, I heard the roar of a rabid reptile,

The sound as raspy as rocks.

On Thursday, I found a solid, silver, spindle

So cold to touch my hands felt like ice.

On Friday, I watched a river, riding,  robin

Soar above the glistening morning water.

On Saturday, I noticed the groaning grunting road

 collapse 

under a careless soul.

On Sunday, I dreamed about the sky falling beneath me

As i forever grow smaller

In an endless loop.