Diving
Feet first into boiling sky
Feeling bolder then my first time
Higher than I've ever been
Never minding how shy clouds get, they close upon your open eyes, in dewdrop drifts
Cotton puff mists,
to catch you when,
You"re about to cry.

And then, mistress mountain sighs, a layer of white crests below, wings of despaired tiredness, no longer need
To hold you up.

Diving again.
May I never come back.

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