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I take a breath
Hold on to it
I accelerate
Holding diffusion
Captive as skin

I elevate
Strain on a cable
Pinging like a piano string
Flicked by packs
Of pretty electrons

I am weightless
I lift air
Into a new dimension
Air that faints when
I open skyscrapers

I gasp at heights
Thin life up here
Scours the bottom of clouds
Top-feeding off
The zest of ozone

I have glimpsed
The man-made mountain
Trees. Man is strange
In lust. Surely trees need
The bones of oxygen

© David Incoll 2001

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