and when they laugh as they throw me
into what they consider void,
they cannot hear that I am also laughing
this gap, this pause, this seemingly eternal liminal space
has always been my refuge
so I do not fall when tossed off an edge, I fly
because I know what they cannot yet
there is no threat here, no danger they can offer
what they see is their own face staring back
when I soar, they also have wings
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