There is nothing stranger than clouds- water falling up then down again. I
have flown among them
in my dreams, felt the suns gravity
claiming me
and then the earth's,
pulling me from where I'd fallen this time
collecting me up into a million particles of the same creation
I don't know what is more dangerous to me- the fear of falling up
or raining down,
but every time I do either I pull the other way
or get blown around on a slow breeze
One day I will find myself between, free floating without the wind
and buoyant and then I know I will have won.
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