Launch
the rocket holds
poetic discourses
with the air,
the sigh of burning
fuels escaping
with a swish and a launch
into the sky's waving
winds carry it far
beyond imagination
into the brightness
where I cannot see
the gravity beneath me
Question
how do I feel?
long question
10 letters
filled with feelings
I cannot capture into
letter sets
caged words escaping
slowly, like pinholes
in balloons
verbose I am
sinking into alphabet soup
sinking into
seas of "C"
and any "A"s
that come close enough
