the insatiable pull of the sky
an anti-gravity
crying out to me
inter-mittently
fall
into
me
softly
or at great speeds
fall somehow, whether lost or completely free,
jumping, tumbling, screaming,
fall into me
toes bouncing before long
to take off
pile as many hearts into this basket as I can
fill up high to our eyelids in helium,
we fly away while
the world
shrinks
underneath us
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