My head
is cotton and wool inside
I can't very easily say how high
I would have to get,
to see over this fog
it could go up
forever, like a cloud to God
and I'd still be swimming in it, upside-down
like a goldfish, dead.
Or a blind man acclaimed
by his kingdom,
crowned
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