Stare up standing
into—the infinite
shocking unbounded
perfection of
a completely cloudless and
untextured sky—
for long enough
while you're maybe waiting
indefinitely outside
for the forthcoming bus;
and sure
enough—you're eventually
bound to just
about lose
the clearly
rougher—but eminently much
more useful
perspective—a stubborn
and obviously
context-
dependent—terrestrial
sense
of balance.