Squardons of dragonflies blasting brilliant clouds
Quick shadows form fronds with the sun's light on the orange cushion
Submerged
Yet Floating
Carried away in time and space
Not even the sound of my own heart beating
I exsist only on an inhale
Drunken...
Off-center...
Weightless...
My mind floats away on a billow against such a bright blue
Escape...
Peace...
Close your eyes
Drift away...
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