4 1/2

I don't want to be stuck in the lower depths

blown warm by affront to my
sensibilites, or frozen out
by a chill from the north,
playing with depressions
that might kill the canary
in the coal mine island; black
soot in the blizzard like snow.

I don't ever want to be too high

jumping from one piece of fluff
to another, thinking I can fly;
one thump of thunder and I'm
falling

...............falling

.................................falling

down to Earth like over-weight hail,
smashed to bits by presumptuousness;
the way all the high and mighty
are eventually slapped back to normal size.

It's best for me to find my own equalibrium

here on cloud 4 1/2.




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