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 Feb 2014 Joshua Helmuth
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Where does one go,
When there is no where to go.
A world far from here not often known.
Known well by me and myself and I
A world where visits are fewer and far
Not from disinterest but from distraction
The world beckons me back
It cries in its solitude
I try to come back but I’ve forgotten the way
The cries grow more desperate
I am anxiously seeking
My world I am searching,
but it can
no longer
be found.
The drops of water that come from the sky,
Look beautiful
And elegant
I stare at the clouds in awe
They move in such a fluid manner that it
Captures my eye,
I wish it would start pouring
Hard,
Against the pavement
I want to be drenched and have my hair
Stick to
My face
I want my mascara to smear and
Run down my cheeks,
Let the rain wash out
My worries, regrets and
Doubts
Let them flow away in a stream of release
(Read from the bottom up)
~kns


At the bottom.
Old news.
Dead.
Nothing but deflated.
Now I’m no one.
the sneering planes.
the disdainful clouds,
the sarcastic stars,
The mocking planets
Past the laughing heavens.
I’m falling now.
POP.
It backfires.
Everything.
Every ***** trick.
Every lie.
I use everything I have to get up there.
I struggle.
Higher.
Higher.
Higher.
I need to go
Yet, I’m not satisfied.
The imperfect heavens.
The shoddy planets.
The second-rate stars.
The mediocre clouds.
Beyond the substandard planes.
I’m at the top.
To dwell in the shining heavens.
To greet the egotistical planets.
To outshine the fading stars.
to test the pressure of the atmosphere.
my greedy desire,
I must fulfill my need,
Higher than any cloud has ever reached.
height.
To float higher than
height.
in a competition of
To beat each plane
than to go higher.
Nothing else matters
Higher.
Higher.
Higher.
I’m floating now.
Freedom.
I grab the chance to get out.
releases its grip.
It gets distracted and
some cruel being.
Chained to the ground by the claws of
At the bottom.
(start here)
The wind that whispers beneath me
Drags me down and defeats me
Holds me closely, holds me tight
Wind that whispers
Says, "good night"

The wind that keeps me flying
But keeps me falling, dying
Holds me harsh but holds me secure
Holds me, but also holds her.
who am I
and
who are you
oppressive imprisonment
of words
in the pure space
of our meeting
all descriptions
fall away
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