I was the size of my two-inch
plastic airplane.
and while the rest held onto the wall
I held onto the plane
and took a leap into the bright cavern
of that colorful honeycomb.
I think Andrew Bird
was whistling "Heretics" somewhere nearby.
"Hold your breath!"
it worked! and when I inhaled,
I swooned upward through the warm air
and my thin, orange propeller
went "zzzzzzzzzzz."
we all rose and fell
with the rise and fall of our lungs
and we swam in circles through it all.
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