Feathers warming and tickling the heart,
Or maybe air, lifting it up
Higher than the sun!
Not happy or sad,
Just good, full, light
With a terrible aching for more,
Though I already have it,
Colorful squiggles that mean nothing to anyone,
But everything to no one,

And I love being no one


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