Swing
The swing - my swing
goes upupup
my mind becomes a frenzied being
flushed, chubby child's palms
reaching high, my mind goes up
I'm high
too high, too far to be calm
too fast to notice the slow,
drop from the sky
My swing arcs down
gravity can't stand to see me high
my head goes thunk
as I fall downdowndown
ground blurs, I think I'm drunk
on the ecstasy from the sky
and I sink into the ground
waiting for the pull on my chain
to the next high
please bring me up there again
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