from that height he blew away
he flew away into the day
tumbled loudly through the clouds
through the damp fluffiness
the sun a lamp through nothingness
humbling him
an earth's worth of people laughing
his gaffe, himself, projected through the sky
o, to be firmly rooted like trees and truths
to have foundation and a roof covering no more than four or five stories
than be here in this naked whirlwind glory
or on the bottom gory
as this no doubt would end
to be picked up by passing airplane
would be nice
or to have god's hand stretched out to help him
yelping
the wretch
he cried there in those worldly heavens
instead the ground rose soft beneath his head
he was in bed
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