How I Became A House

On the floor I feel my body attached to the ground I feel the floor As if I'm melting on the floor As if I'm becoming the floor Little by little I'm getting bigger I'm not just immersed in the floor But I'm becoming the floor I'm the floor I'm getting bigger I'm the walls From the floor I climb on the walls I've almost reached the ceiling Faster than before I'm the ceiling I'm the walls I'm a palace I'm a building I feel the outside like the inside Every room precise But I feel I am the same I also feel the antennas That connect above my head I'm not the antennas But maybe those Will make me expand I'm a signal Blue White But not lightning More delicate More gentle But fast Lightning fast Fast Quick And precise Now I'm a neighborhood Now I'm an area Now I'm Milan I am Switzerland I am Liechtenstein I'm going north I am Germany I've changed color Now my flow is yellow And Germany below me Is brown It's red It's all the same I am suspended in the air A body with outstretched arms But not a body that falls And knows it's going to die A body that never falls Violently to the ground Rather a body that if fell Would have that certain feeling Of returning itself Like a drop in the water In the sea I feel powerful