Bird's Eye View

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How high?

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High enough that cities at night look like motherboard circuitry

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That rolling farmland looks like a patchwork quilt

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And the ocean looks like our impending doom

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How high?

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Higher

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High enough that there's only the top of the cloud

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And it's thick enough to walk on

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A woolly blanket swaddling the entire planet

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High enough to turn the universe into a fractal

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To simplify the messy into patterns beautifully essential

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To make feelings of cosmic oneness inevitable

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It almost makes me wish

I hadn't jammed my parachute

But the instructor doesn't know

They'll still push me out on 2

So when the roar comes rushing

Leaving naught but tearing air

As I leave my literal impact on this earth

I'll be grateful for that final bird's eye view