ninety-two feet high
from trough to crest it rises
I’m flying, I think

I can touch the sun
I can fly through space and I
can wrestle the moon

I can hover here
above everything below
and no longer feel

I don’t get thrills from
roller coasters anymore
I make my own highs

Up here I can breathe
a sigh of relief because
there is no chaos

I’d stay forever
if nature would allow, but
that’s not how it works

The shore approaches,
it’s inevitable now
I watch myself fall

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