And Still

The earth is a joke, it’s tall
we turn upside down,
but we don’t fall,
we’re magnificent
like the floor is flat not circle,
punch and wait
for my arm to turn purple,
we make shapes in the clouds
ask the when’s and the how’s,
we run, we drink,
eat and sink
our heads under a pool of water
sing
drive
pretend to fly

And still,
I think of you.

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