The waves of yellow air begin to pound
As the lips become numb and
Begin to puff.
An arm of a light is over me, neither blinding nor claiming its own right.
It is a moment: a moment I have felt
Many times before.
I have been here. I have done this.
_
Surrounded by colors
The texture of terry loops catching on the
Pads of my dry skin
As I rhythmically fold.
I fulfill the childhood fantasy surrounded by
Home furnishings, elevator music
And towels.
And that feeling;
I have been here. I have done this.
_
Sitting by a window
Soon I will be 10,000 feet in the air.
Faintly detecting the sounds of the top 40
As my neighbor for a mere 5.4 hours buds blare
The words of hope, of despair, and
Passion.
As I watch their subtle movements,
Exact
And meant to bring you to them,
I wonder of their hopes and dreams.
And there it is.
A moment.
I have been here. I know this feeling well.
_
I think of the reaction when
I share the news of life.
It seems real. It seems real.
It seems real.
I know this moment.
It is a lie.
_
We stop to watch a moment
In time when things are hopeful.
Lovely. And
Complete.
The warmth of your arm on mine
We are not yet touching but in that
Moment, we are close.
And there it is.
I know this moment. I complete this moment.
_
A feeling of peace. Of
calm. Of
Routine monotonous drones.
But not at all.
It is new, energy is high and bright, but it is a good and comforting
Friend.
I have been here. Except,
I have not at all. I have done this. Yet this
Time is my first.
_
The cherry
Is continuously
Popped.
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