Oxygen

You talk of oxygen as Science teachers do
I have never doubted what was true
But now I can live without oxygen
I am proud of my hypoxic condition

Woozy, groggy, floating in the lumpy wool
Like a massive airliner on the spool
Ten thousands metres above you
A world so alone and so icy cool

I don't need your oxygen if all I must do
Is float.
I don't care if I
Crash.

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You guessed it. I'm feeling quite sick and woozy today.