quarta-feira, 11 de junho de 2025

Without a floor to stand on

 I walked upside down along the cloud
My head faccing down to earth
My feet inside the white cotton of the cloud
Observing the drama and movement below

the dizzy walk fragile and tangibly perilous
The slippery skin sensation feeling of having nothing to grip
Nothing to secure myself in the wayward stroll
The confusion the endless vertigo

Looking down on an earth that I should be on now
Just taking a terrifying walk at impossible altitudes
Upside down and disoriented cut off from a solid floor
Shaken by the overwinds obscured in the storms

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