With scale turning high
Magnitude tricks the eye
The force needed to lift
Does on the brows drifts
As distance stretches
Some potency will fetch
That is the tempest
A phenomenon
Observed between chests
A drag force upon
The waltz of our jest
So gently it clings
Forfeits, then, the skin
Unnoticed by sense
The then accrued flight
As distance occurred heightens
That’s why it is wise
To start from the toes
Climbing to the thighs
With your instrument
Of palate and polite
And just as the scale
When it tricks the eye
You’d be just as surprised
At the climax
Of your flight.
Eudiometer in