Everything Known

In the zone, within in a zone,

holding a megaphone.

High I fly, high indeed,

high above the cacophonous drone.

For a moment, an eternal moment,

it seems that I might stand alone.

I look around, and take a breath,

and breathe in deep of everything known.

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