Dearest wind, don't even try
to keep me upright.
I ask you to blow at my back.
Make life easier for me,
instead of asking me to work harder.
Merciless ocean below,
your ice cold grip
appears warm and welcoming
from my peak-view.
Please save your applause
until the end of the show.
To the night birds flying overhead,
a dinner for you.
Don't fight the happy families of three
for their potato chips
and sandwich crusts.
And, oh!
The fullest of full moons,
come to watch
and stare helplessly,
how is your seat?
I see you sent your friend
to caress my face and ask,
one last time,
to reconsider my choice.
Deep breath, floating down...
But what's this?
A grasp at my t-shirt
and panting, sputtering from behind
"What are you doing?!"
I should be asking you the same question
I know that voice.
I remember,
yes I remember quite clearly.
It's the reason I'm here in the first place.
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