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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I'll climb the tallest mountains with no stress, I just need~ a helmet, rope, and other climbing gear, warm layers, good boots, maybe some fear, a bit of my heart in my mouth, to chase the butterflies from my belly— no need to fight against my shadow~ it'll be too tight upon the rock, wrapped as image around the creeps like a siamese twin afraid to be u n j o i n e d... then, with gentleness, without my blood running cold, so the teeth of cold don’t bite too deep, up my legs will climb~ a step at a time, slow and steady~toward the top, trusting my body to do the rest~ just pausing... to refuel my throat and tum, sip from the hydration bladder, and from my backpack, grub a hiking snack... When at the peak—/\ show me the bullet, let me bite~ now too far for my feet to still be warm, release the wings~~~ let me f l y like an eagle~~~ let me s o a r far into the sky where no star gleams and no moon glows nor sun shines, where angels peep~and I can see them and the roars of lions are like w h i s p e r s and thunderbolt shouts are dim, where s i l e n c e is loud, yet never speaks where lights are like shadows, with f l i c k s brighter than the sun, and fires that burn with no flame— just pale blue s m o t h e r s ~ in a womb so sullen and solemn. Will I get friends among the a l i e n s, if I fly~~~in a saucership, oxygen-filled, and with dinitrogen oxide~ to force a laugh, to rise from where l o n e l i n e s s has thrown me: down in the dump; face like a wet weekend; just to have the blues; what if the saucercraft c r a s h - l a n d e d ? Will I be found—still human— like in "There are Martians Among Us?" But wait... are the lights on, and no one at home? am I far away with the fairies? If true, then there is a method to this m a d n e s s.
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