in which i Hang

this street hangs in tension with the hot air balloon
which is haunting my skies, frozen
which also hangs in tension with the rotundity of earth,

universe welling up in a fishbowl slowly;
a fishbowl in which i Hang
in tension with the water, unmoving
despite the goldfish around me
whose light hangs in tension with mine

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