like a balloon come unhooked
from a hapless child's hand
that spirals ever upward
until it vanishes
from the collective memory
and reappears again
only when another child
lets go
I am that act
that accidental release
of a mind breathing in
the newness of a world
that doesn't need the balloon
to ground it
that doesn't need so much hot air
tethered to its hand
pulling it into the beyond
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