i'm flying
in my head
gently i cruise above a busy city street
to see tops of people's heads
just like spheres wobbling around
i'm soaring high above the ground
swooping over mountains and skimming the crystal streams
my wings push through fields of poppies in bloom
the soft white milk clings
to my skin
a
double twist and i'm up high again
freedom is a full body state
released from the invisible ropes that tie me down
and all
possessions are pointless
in this oxygen universe
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