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Withdrawal
Emerging seventeen miles high
miles high...
miles high...
into pristine azure silence that
prickles my skin with
the icy splinters of lucidity.
lucidity...
lucidity...
Deafening absence of sound
of sound
of sound...
and I'm creeping upside down on
the arcing reaching stretching dome of
the sky,
and like an insect, I
kick a hole in a pane and through
the shattered and falling pieces,
my hand releases
my clutching desperate grip on the very edge.
edge
edge...
And sleepdrift-swimming into the eternal chasm of space
smiling in drowsy farewell, my eyes close, and
I dive -- a silvery shimmer of flashing scales --
into leagues of cobalt repose.
-Frank H. Weeden
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