Into the sky only, I looked
With a vision that saw beyond
An inch above the ground only, I stood
With an air of pride and defiance, in perfect bond
At an angle with the ground my chin
With sarcasm and satire curving the lip
Pushing behind even the air I walked in
A high and heavy headed gait, oh how could I slip
‘I’ the impetuous identity of the soul
‘life’ the joy of arrogant possession I hold
‘they’ an unrelated legion running towards the opposite goal
thus defining and defying, perched and perched on cloud nine, I behold
I perched and perched in style
‘they’ ran towards their apposite goal
and with ‘life’ the stillness of arrogance, while
‘I’ the immobile identity waited for the role
the weight not withstanding, I slipped
pushing only the air behind
curving the lips, straightening nothing, I slipped
chinning up, the ground eluding my mind
with an air that choked, I clotted
an inch above the ground, I only stood
with a vision that still saw beyond
into the sky, I only looked.
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