The burning soul stretches out to the sky
Air thinner up here but so clear
Breathe in ice gasps and stars
A silent flame unseen from below
Devouring oxygen feathers uncertainty
Sun black weightless coal
In sheer blue silk underthings
White lace clouds peripheral vision
Unbothersome matter from this height
Overinflated -- perhaps
But how else to let go
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