LET US WRAP THE STATUS
As a balloon, covering an idea and clinging
to the world, our selves, regarding circumstances,
make us what we are. I see the shoreline light;
it is passing gently over rippling water. I sense
the tough scratch and the harsh trundle of these
city streets - they sing of reality, though in
another way. They are real, as is the thought
within the balloon which is covering the world
of the expanding fabric I am caught within.
As a balloon, covering an idea and clinging
to the world, our selves, regarding circumstances,
make us what we are. I see the shoreline light;
it is passing gently over rippling water. I sense
the tough scratch and the harsh trundle of these
city streets - they sing of reality, though in
another way. They are real, as is the thought
within the balloon which is covering the world
of the expanding fabric I am caught within.
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