Life is a balloon one huge thin membraine we are trying to pop.
We are here on the inside of it,
Alas none of us are sharp enough.
We can feel the bulge outward,
We can feel where it's tied off in that rubbery knot.
What a realm where you seem to be a surface dweller,
But you live on the inside of it all light hitting you,
In the colored bias of the balloon.
Renting your crawl space,
Gupling air and high fructose syrup
Floating and flirting inside the inflation
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