The top looking down
Above gray clouds with silver linings
Above winds that blow away warmth
On top of the madness
Jagged icicles in the sky
I can grab them and hold them
I line up targets
Rain down my projectiles
On the enemies of tranquility
On the vanished and vanishing
Up here the sun shines on my back
The moon shines on my face
The stars become my eyes
I look across the invisible perimeter
Held in this tank
Broken filter
Leaking happiness
And wonder what lies
In distant oceans

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