"Do you want to be weightless?"
Danny screams at the sky.
Electric teardrops fall in response
And run down his nose, his chin
And across his angered teeth.
"I can not cry like you," he says
"and release my weight to the world.
And I can not float above the treetops
With the rhythm of the breeze underneath me.
I am wet. I am cold,
and I need dreams to fly.
Come, lower yourself before me. Let me touch your silver lining.
Let me tame you, let me try."
The rain slows to a drizzle,
The clouds envelop each other
Until they are indistinguishable.
Danny shivers and grows quiet
As the world dims before him.
He searches for his hills,
For his roads, and his home.
He searches for light,
But can not find his own hand.
He feels the weight of this gray
Penetrating his skin, holding him to the earth
He can no longer see.
The clouds have severed his extremities
and sucked the meaning from his landscape.
Danny cries and falls to his knees
Under the pretense of threat.
But he is resurrected by air and water
Weightless, and weeping on the heavy world below.

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