Rising Up
A bubble of boundless buoyancy
Gravity cancelled, the earth slips away
As the bordered basket swayingly
Takes us up, up out of the fray
And slowly sound recedes below
Not to background, but downground hum
As weighted bags of sand we throw
And gravity slips from zero to negative sum
The treetops point up at us above
Astonished, as we clips their heads
Rising high as heated love
We glide over their grassy beds
And as the dusk paints a deeper shade
A Chinese lantern we became
When brief blast of furnace flame then made
Our bubbletop glow with flame
Funny how from up high it seems
Everything small below
Funny how from earth it seems
A singularly splendid show
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