if flattery were the sky
and candor were the clouds
do we live for reign
or sunny daze?
yes paradox has roots in the wild blue yonder
and gravity is a complimentary tease
in that regard
since we are personally caught between
an up-pull-gravity
and the obviousness of the down.
up-gravity is so paradoxically disguised
complex beyond attention span or interest
so we honor the religion of down
we have the keepsakes of identity
and the namesakes of wordiness around
so if flattery were the sky
and candor were the clouds
what is the weather of your awareness
and how do you have climate-eyes?
and which, if either
contributes to your essential
lightness of being (?) . . .
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