Cloud Nine
I have heard
people speak
of it,
as if it were a
paradise-
or something,
as if they were
floating
and nothing-
really mattered,
a place with
no meaning
or existence
from reality-
only within
a thought,
it happens
not often-
and life
dares you
to stay on it,
it’s a place called
cloud nine.
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