Systems of Resistance
I begin the material upgrade: Frisbee.
But land is insufficiently flexible,
Doesn't take you as you are,
Make any room, and so
The drunken sailor doesn't like the part where,
Having flung himself in air,
He comes down again.
Air he likes fine, water better.
The resistance it gives you
Sends you elsewhere,
But contours itself to the person you are.
This element treats you as an individual.
Earth, on the other hand, is too much
The same for everyone: flat and dim.
The drunken sailor won't change it.
Nobody, no matter how drunk, ever will.
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