The floor is something we must fight against. <br />Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human <br />stance, it is that place that men fall to. <br /> I am not dizzy. I stand as a tower, a lighthouse; <br />the pale ray of my sentiency flowing from my face. <br /> <br /> But should I go dizzy I crash down into the floor; <br />my face into the floor, my attention bleeding into <br />the cracks of the floor. <br /> <br /> Dear horizontal place, I do not wish to be a rug. <br />Do not pull at the difficult head, this teetering <br />bulb of dread and dream . . .<br /><br />Russell Edson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-floor/
