And I want to reach up
with impossibly long arms
to deliver a pinprick. Reader,
we are not meant to just one day
fly away. No, I tried so hard to tie him
down to a chair but he just rested.
I tried to argue
that everything that rises
higher than the clouds
will eventually fall back
to earth. I know I am a gas,
escaping. I know
he blows himself up
and then rises. I know
he is never coming back
unless pinprick, meteor,
a pop that leaves ringing
in your ears.
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