Helium


There’s an element that makes us

Lighter than air

Fills parties with colorful joy, 


Objects of desire 

For each lil girl and boy. 

Light and floaty, easy and true

Primary colors

Red, yellow and blue 


But if you know what I know, 

You know 

What it really can do.


Silence. Restful Silence.

Sinister delight 

And I’m so exhausted 

That I just might. 


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