i untie
my shoes, stare out
at the ocean 13 floors below.
against the sand
it rages.
it roars.
the rain comes down.
the gulls are grey
and slow to wing their way
into the water.
the earth is cold.
so easy it would be
to float
to leap and leave
to reach for the clouds,
the unseen sun
and go.
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