I saw a red balloon rising
that was once tied to a small hand
floating up like a buttercup
straight to the promised land

I lifted too right up out of my socks
to chase a racing cloud
and as I reached the gates to life
I heard my name called out loud

“John, why are you way up here,” a cirrus asked                                              through the crystals in her lips
I told her that I was abandoning gravity
to avoid the apocalypse

she gladly let me pass
after we shared a glass of rain
that made my heart become a wingless dove
and left me with no shame

as I danc...

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