The floor of dreams.
A waiting station.
Surrounded by jewels,
blinking in the night.
Never tranquil.
Never dark.
Never quiet.
Never east and never west.
Never where you want to be.
A ride in the sky.
A finger touching god.
A never never land with an elevator.
A fridge, and a fountain.
A big rock candy mountain,
south of the Euston Road.
Never earth.
Never sea.
Never stratosphere.


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