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(standing on the roof of myself)
i lean into wind— (a thousand leaves teaching my eyes) the world becomes smaller and larger, both at once. tiny ants arrange their epic civilizations in cracks of sidewalk dust, and i am their god, or their guest. a girl with a red balloon reminds the sky to breathe, while distant mountains perform their usual trick of vanishing into the blue.


Reminded me of the short film le ballon rouge:)
Love that third verse. It's so vivid and memorable!