I can feel the vouchers above my head
below my feet a land of no more
I must fight, my head spins.
I am not dead
I glance to the deep blue dotted with black birds
Between them I spot flying giants
gliding in the sky
Weightless
Harmoniously singing
The peace fills my heart
for I know I am safe
Now that flying Orca whales
Slide before my eyes
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