#96 Space - Rising Up

And I rose.

I wove jovially at the odd collection of individuals around me

The pillow of air bellowed out below swallowing all I could see

A transparent bubble of separation giving an indication of reality

The untouchable. The others. The ever further away.

I was swept into the aether as it took me where it may.



And I rose.



Going up now, going up ever ever higher

I was excited, yet only via aid I could even respire

My mind was raised up, up, up to a scene to inspire

And I had to admire the entire collage of colours collect

Though nature has her faults you have to acknowledge her palette



And I rose.





I danced on clouds since up until now in life I'd had to refrain

I spread my arms and pretended I was an aeroplane

And I looked down at the ground, that refuge of the sane

As it grew smaller and smaller, and grew a horizon

As the earth shrunk my landscapes widened and wizened



And I rose.







Here from the edge of space everything looks so small

The boundaries blur as if they were nothing at all

I rose from the politics, the arguing, the discriminating, the brawl

And it was only so far away that I finally did know

I didn't want to return back. I didn't want to go.











And I fell

I would be safe. I would be secure

My own little bubble would still be so pure

But still I had to wonder how I'd endure

Knowing how fragile, and how small we are

How I could live among the ants I had once seen from afar.

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Inspired by someone going really high into the atmosphere and then not being so high - http://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/25/science/alan-eustace-jumps-from-stratosphere-breaking-felix-baumgartners-world-record.html

http://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2014/10/space-rising-up.html