Zywa I am a balloon

I am a balloon
tied together
with strings of gravity

to a hawser of people
in a knot of umbilical cords
(the earth)

My inflated head thinks
to be independent, floating
in its own piece of heaven

(a fantastic existence
  above all the complications
  in the knot)

so full of all sensations
that I don't want to puncture them
because I'm a balloon

Poem 2287
Amsterdam, 2019-06-20

Collection: Migration 
Keyword: People: individuals 
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