i’m rising

hold the helium
heal the atrium
i’m like a balloon in a cartoon
i’m rising i’m floating
land looking tiny
ocean boats float
leaving behind fire and smoke
existence doesn’t matter

questions don’t matter
memento mori, not for me
sina sona, postpone a UFO sighting
ignore the trite lighting

lights only dim in rite of passage
no more vassal
no more throwing hands
i’m a duke in my own plot of land