his mind was cosmic-dust,
far beyond the clouds.
but his feet were anchors
rooted deep beneath the ground.
he had no in between,
so either way he drowned.
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Balloon Thoughts
Poetryher world didn't hang on a thread. instead in the air, full of helium.
cosmic dust
his mind was cosmic-dust,
far beyond the clouds.
but his feet were anchors
rooted deep beneath the ground.
he had no in between,
so either way he drowned.
