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Balloon Sick

Oxygen flows slower
to the dozing brain;
masochistic euphoria
exponential to distance,
to altitude, to dream
above deflating fields
the size of postage stamps;
the airport's runway,
a shrinking hieroglyph--
More! More! Higher!
and even higher still,
into the darkening heavens,
bright lights dimming,
the distant past far below,
small and silent.

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Written March 5th, 2003

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  • myrataal silver member
    October 23, 2006
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    Being high on height is a lonely act. Wherever ARE you?

    Myra


  • lilmissgiggles
    March 5, 2003
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    waoh....2 big of words! lol sorry i have a very erm limited voab? hehe other than that its good...personally i'm not 1 for gettin high but w/e floats ya boat i guess good job
    ~*kelly*~