But I’m not ready to come down yet –
and I’m not ready to launch this next rocket, either…
I just need a transitional lift,
one that elevates me to the space where
I can’t tell up from down,
and light feels heavy…
Where I’m just meandering
and solitude is a friend.
Floating peaceably along;
reality’s edges soft and glowing,
and me just a wisp
of smoke, and warmth, and knowing.
Kayfucius 