Elevator

In my head began the separation,
Very slowly interrupting the normal
Operation,
As an elevator coming to a halt,
At each traumatism.
As it slowly descended, it became
Obstructed at the head and body
Connection, causing disconcertion.
The motor slowly lost its ability
To function, leaving the body to
Flounder in desperation.
One day I was doing a meditation.
A child appeared hanging
Her head in condemnation.
I asked her what she needed.
She said “I need to know I am
Received in appreciation.
I told her she had my admiration,
For surviving the annihilation.
She slowly lifted her head and
Smiled, as the elevator continued
Its operation!
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