one day

I
was cut loose
a balloon eaten by the clouds.

I looked down.

The urban sprawl spawned
unimaginable things and the

helium bit at me,
insides gnawing away at the lining,
the viscous separation from

connection to everything.

You and I are unborn thoughts
inside each other’s heads.

Soon enough air pressure will
pop me and my skin will float down

to be embraced by the ocean,

a bed of cold needles
one day

we may happily share.