blather
the_solidity_of_clouds
squint and we flew
like ten million metaphors
but without the restraint.
I looked below
at the clouds
convinced beyond science
that I could lie on them
and float in the sky
where it was certain to be perfect
as
a single tear,
that the fluff would not give way
and the fall
would not be harsh and real
like
everything else,
but what would I know
about floating
when I've only been falling
all my life,
so this graceful solidity
might be a dream
but
my convictions will hold me up
against the soft tissue
of a crumpled nature
in my mind
and who cares
that eventually I will hit ground
and know
it was just my own
illusion.
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