Pressed against the glass, facing the fall-
if it breaks I know about the automatic parachute...
whether or not I would want to use it is another matter.
Enduring the falling off and
meandering words of them, everyday for all time
I have been known to sneak out the back door.
Skulking around in black,
and with some understanding others,
I realize I have been passively missing
the world for days if not only hours.
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