Only Love at This Height

as I fly, my shoulders stay warm
by this blanket of light
a heart beat becomes a breath
unfolding through the blanket’s glow
there’s no end in sight at this height
this blanket will be a mother’s womb
and a teacher’s class
a waiting room to receive comfort
and free notes handed out to teach me love

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