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Hey jellyfish,
hey lost balloon,
who let you go?
And where you floating to?
The background's getting
darker, darker,
deeper, blacker blue.

There you are, inside a
tiny capsule, just for you.
Where did you come from, tiny man?
Where are you going to?

Nice helmet.
Nice space suit.
Are you going to outer space?
Well, I know that you are scared,
because I see it in your face.

Checking checking
everything. Checking,
Everything. Did you
check this? Can you
hear me?

We're watching you.

The door opens.
I could vomit,
watching you.

Let go, let go.
But don't. Please, don't.
(But do).

And there, below, the world curves.
Vast and round, and
nauseous blue.

Little white man,
how my stomach
churns for you!

And suddenly you're
dropping,
tumbling,
falling,
little fleck in
endless blue.

The world is watching,
but not breathing;
Your mother's crying
for you.

I can't believe what I am watching.
I can't believe I'm watching you.
Little thunderbird. Plastic figurine
my little brother threw.

You'll snap when you land,
I fear, though I don't want you to.
You'd shatter into pieces when
you land out of the blue.

But you don't.
Your parachute unfurls.
Small petal, white on blue.
Your feet touch down to
earth just like we
prayed for them to do.