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Battling

The space between
can never be heard
can never be seen
but felt.

Gravity is heavy
but not when asleep.
Balance readies
to take that leap.

Then off one spins
without feathers or fins
Snaking in the flow
above and below.

A little rest, maybe dream, and off again
with waves, shapes, colors, temps and stars.
Ups, sideways and downs.
I was there in the rounds! 

Published in Poetry