Suppose gravity suddenly floated off into space,
lifting for the first time
the corners of our mouths.
Suppose the sky a deep blue pool
and we the divers
in a broadcast of waves moving through.
Fancy rainbows are sliding boards
into some heaven that demands
no soul’s ransom for its gold.
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