clouds reaching so low
they cover the floor
allow the tops
to peer over
watch the lights
guiding a line of children
there are things
in this life
i have never seen before
they are mild
and mundane
habits and knowledge
performed as
acquired instinct
rather than
some taught behavior
to never render
rest, i reach high
be apart of what
pokes at the sky
keep out of touch
to make contact
with the clouds so
they stay down
from here, i can
observe without inspiring
a derailing interference
i relish in the marvel
branded by the folk
silent and alone
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