the magnitude
of what you've asked
me to do
sets in (about the time)
we
take off
and
halfway there
a
piece of birthday balloon,
half-shriveled and
half-curled floats
along the bird line
on
your horizon (so)
i reach for it,
my hand out
the open
side of
this
helicopter,
dragging
us round and round
and
buoying me up
on
the hope
of maybe,
baby,
and
(all) the g-forces
related
to you...
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