A hint of bright makes my eyes squint
and looking up leaves my neck pinched.
So I inch along the ground like an ant town.
Not a damn sound can summon my gaze from down.
Whats up?! Not as much.
Just sky, not a touch.
I've been there the crazy way;
gaspingly high you could maybe say.
Being below is better. By ladIEs' legs!
A cool splash in a wavy wade.
Kneel where the babies play
on grass carpet where I may lay on a lazy day.
I see up when I'm sprawling out, too.
The wind carries the loud tunes;
the sun beams as a proud muse.
But I get motion sick watching the clouds move.
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