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bouldering out to the balcony, swimming
in an imaginative sea of drugged clouds
outside a’flowing, you plop elbow first
onto the metal railing. Staring,
the stars set a weary mind further adrift,
off the silly pent and into the heavens.
Slowly rise. Feet off brick—
soon dangling extremities in the wind
at twenty feet above your old self
arguing and sobbing on that ugly porch.
Further you rise,
engorging in the wafty mist;
becoming the important figure:
the man who flies of every dream;
superior to all land-bound beings. Your mind
infinitely wiser and intelligent.
Life in all respects—better.
You rise and rise some more
your face coddles this upper-world,
a pane of black, white-spotted glass held seemingly above you.
The rest of your body further collapses
beside your “mighty” head
watching the reflection of headlights on tarmac,
a wind gusting weightlessness, and a toppling release
You figure how great it really is to rise high,
a sacrifice almost life worthy.
And to judge the decision made, you only cry
mimed in your own self-lacked eternity,
wishing you never got high.

Description
bouldering out to the balcony, swimming
in an imaginative sea of drugged clouds
outside a’flowing, you plop elbow first
onto the metal railing. Staring,
the stars set a weary mind further adrift,
off the silly pent and into the heavens.
Slowly rise. Feet off brick—
soon dangling extremities in the wind
at twenty feet above your old self
arguing and sobbing on that ugly porch.
Further you rise,
engorging in the wafty mist;
becoming the important figure:
the man who flies of every dream;
superior to all land-bound beings. Your mind
infinitely wiser and intelligent.
Life in all respects—better.
You rise and rise some more
your face coddles this upper-world,
a pane of black, white-spotted glass held seemingly above you.
The rest of your body further collapses
beside your “mighty” head
watching the reflection of headlights on tarmac,
a wind gusting weightlessness, and a toppling release
You figure how great it really is to rise high,
a sacrifice almost life worthy.
And to judge the decision made, you only cry
mimed in your own self-lacked eternity,
wishing you never got high.