there is a doorway in the middle of nowhere
an object in white space

the jester has his back to the only solid
point of reference –
and that door has just
come ajar

unexpectedly it would seem
because
the jester is falling
backwards
into utter darkness

he doesn’t have his footing
but that’s alright

at least
he’s
laughing

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