Helium

"Try to remember
to breathe
and let the air
dance over you."
As I go,
my way
holds a vastness,
one I cannot reconcile.

I cannot rationalize
the needs we super-impose
on one another's faces,
the endless supply
of assumption
leaves us
swollen with regret.

In becoming
men, we leave
something behind
but my boyhood
took its time,
drawing spirals
in the sand.
Class droned on inside.

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