Flat as a
board
grey as fog
and just as
thick, life
lays about
me in sticky
gobs I am
loathe to embrace

Like motion
underwater, slo
and jely thick
I move
I am quiet now
to the noise of
the world and
I am awash in
its tide, floating
falling, standing
woozy on legs
of rubber and
glue, leaning
like a tower of
cards in the
wind.

But flying or
falling, pushing
or pulled
I smile
cause I'm just
a little higher
than before

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