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Vladimir s Krebs Jul 2018
My mind is full of endless possibilities ideas that shin bright like the stars and bright like the son. Why dose it all see like day by day i see the same people but they difrent faces. Where am i going. I cant tell you bc idk where i am heading. Stop have bon fire watch the night sky dance away with emptyness and a heart filled with curiosity. Weathers its love *** or pasion or romance at the end the everyday i am always lost. All my thoughts stop i feel cometly empty play a song it gets stuck in my head and i have to play it on repeat forevery bc i cant listen to another song or it will makethings get worse.


Everyday i see the same people but they all have difrent faces at the end of the day
Lost
ZOO Jul 10
It will not break free
farthest-away it spans—
a line and the middle seam.
the bridge
from breath to belief,
from ridge to ridge
the beginning to the end.


In a whisper of a fall
The tightrope pulled taut
gravity beneath us

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walking the arc tremor
My path half-phased,
      each pause a beating errors
  
     
Hold the Blue dot aloft,
With a string
draw a line right through it
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    Higher­ still,
a balloon’s great lift
pulls the same thread
in an upward cloudless drift


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It's about two city blocks,
or two football fields end-to-end.

hung from
a Span of 600 feet and does not break
From the Lines own weight

------the Catenary Curve—
the shape of a flexible string
or
suspended cables staked
between two points
under its own weight


The rope between
two tall trees in a park,
or two light poles
on either side of a small canyon or wide field.

If going up. Vertically

lift with 12-ft helium balloon
(1,284 feet of rope):(1/4" polyester braided rope),
  the arc/sag/tension

This is just under the height of the Empire State Building

In open terrain,
it would look like a thread rising endlessly vanishing
into the sky.

o---------------- sag (~20 ft) ---------------o
   |                                             |
  [Pole]                                     [Pole]
   |                                             |
   |            ~400–600 ft span                 |
   |                                             |
   ~ Ground
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Cool morning hours: Air is denser and less turbulent as in
Clear skies

The rope appears like a glowing wire
it vibrates slightly in the hour
of light as
defying nature's usual paths.


Vibrations hum through the string,
like a long, single harp note.

It carries even distant footsteps or balloon-tugging winds

Cool in the morning, warm by noon  .Curios path that doesn’t fall.

Slight quivers beneath my feet, are enough for us to hang on to
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Others below might find the line Suspicious of its height--




The string—whether hanging across  the sky—
weight and lift
are my partners in tension.

Forevery step is a study in my balance---
we chase distance or meaning.
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