| Cycle Geyser
cascading with glittering force into the air
Only to drop with diamond glint to the earth again.
I push up through atmospheres of feeling,
Rising until I know no limits,
Then gravity finds me,
I am pulled back to the grit of dirt beneath my feet.
Elevators rise to the platform,
Where people step out to take in the view
The earth laid out before them.
They always return to the base.
Only the immediate scenery remains in view,
Destinations are an image in memory.
I escape time in dreams
Able to drift through and see my life in perfect technicolor
Only to awake to the sound of an alarm
Coffee my only desire.
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