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Sitting calm, but within a moment under the impression of being transported to a high place, suspended in the lofty levels where nought but air cantillates and laments. A dazzle below, carpet of green trees, perched on that one single moment before descent. Free in the notion that the next instant will be in bondage, a slave to gravity. Linger, waiting and the realization that the second second has not arrived. Suspended, strung high over a carpet green, my tenure amongst the stars has diminished, yet effective still. For the knowledge of the next moment has wavered, and in that, my current freedom vanquished. Caged amongst the glory.

Written: 2002.09.18
Copyright © 2002 Amber Halo