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i ask if you know the feeling
of carrying gravity in your chest
and watching shadows drip
between your clenched fingers
like juice of a poison fruit
crushed in your fist.

and i wish i didn’t need
to think about these things,
especially now that i am floating free—
a balloon who slipped from the iron grip
of brick and linoleum
and broken pencils piercing my hands
as the drone of twelve hundred adolescent voices
splintered in my ears.

i am above all that now.
sitting here beside you, i should see
only the deep green of grass and leaf,
hear only the fountain playing
at the center of the pond.

i ask if you know the sound
of music throbbing behind your temples,
the endless, endless music,
dynamic and consuming.

you say yes, and remind me
that there are those rare moments
of silence
when we can hear the fountain

and if we listen closely,
maybe
even the birdsong.