Helium

My hand went up and fell back to earth
and what wasn’t there flourished once again
overtaking every transparent scene
as it returns to the original upside down state
Cerebral sounds;temporal imagination
Fly, Fly, Fly
it’s all my escaped balloon wanted
what I pictured for myself
never holding on but always holding close
fingers wrapped around what
holding on to what?
Myself.

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