The fifth cloud,...
halfway into heaven
yet not quite an ascension.
Crimson hearts flow their way.
Cherry hearts float up high and away.
A lingering voice says they are all
but one same big ol' trap.
So, what do you gotta lose?
Grab a cherry heart or two.
Float up high!
So high, high enough
to lose the sight
of things devoid of light.
There,
silence shall speak aloud.
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