This is in the style of a poem called Kubla Kahn by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

The girl blinked,
turning blue eyes to pink.
eye lids shattered existence,
leaving but a small river,
black and stagnant.

running from things unseen,
as is the way with all man,
the girl tripped into the river
and made the bathtub overflow.
hot lava gurgled her breath away.

racing, speeding, the black stallions
ran through paradise.
purple grass and yellow sky.
where even demons fear to tread.

the girl twisted and sputtered
and her soul rose.
a pink and fluffy book
with torn and lost pages.

high below paradise floated
the damaged soul
and rested in the lap of a small child
who ate it for lunch.
and belched a symphony composed
of the girls' memories and thoughts.
the small child hung from a tree
swaying in the wind
as a bat screamed in horror.

dancing in circles,
swirling, swirling,
we danced with the wind.
And were blown away
And slowly wafted to the ground
And splashed in the stagnant water
drifting slowly down the river
out into the sea
to be swallowed by a mermaid
beautiful and smiling.

and I, I watched this all from
the depths of your eyes
glistening and pure.
contained in a grain of sand.
part of the beach
where the Carpenter and Walrus
so gaily danced.