Floor of Snails: A Senior Surreal Photo by Frank Grabowski (2012)

Waking dream, I look at my feet, Where snails and rodents rest there and sleep, The smell of the forest fills the walls, as I look for more round me as great things fall, My table has disappeared, only to be a motherboard of sphere. And so I rest, scared and frightened, my movements blurring and senses heightened. There is no easy way from this unease, so now I rest upon my knees. With the passing time I wait, unsure and willing to hesitate.