REVERIE
I can stand here:
On the crest of the Stratosphere.
I can float there:
Where the void breaks from the air.
Away I can leave:
Like those who have something to retrieve.
And if you wish, you could believe.
Washed away in city streets,
Head down low to bereave.
Inertia bites, your drive depletes.
And yet you could stand on top of this world,
Light up the darkness with fire from the sun.
Shimmering brightly like diamond-white pearls,
Could you believe that it’s already begun?
Alas it’s arduous to find this place,
A greater depth than even the sea.
Atop the Stratosphere with awe and grace,
Living out this fantasy.
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