So far the ground appeared
never thought I would see again.
World seems so much nicer
from afar.
All it took was one sparkle
from one star.
Clouds swept through
and through--
a transparent bloodstream
casting me into delirium,
dancing the sky
carelessly.
But flight isn't my course,
I cline with
the wind's will
and wisp.
This descent
all too familiar.
I will not return to
what grips me down,
that which grips us all.
Let this coming clenching
have but one final victim:
My breath.
Allow my exhale
to rise in its departure
so it may stay
lost in the cloud,
a haven I forever seek.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
So far the ground appeared
never thought I would see again.
World seems so much nicer
from afar.
All it took was one sparkle
from one star.
Clouds swept through
and through--
a transparent bloodstream
casting me into delirium,
dancing the sky
carelessly.
But flight isn't my course,
I cline with
the wind's will
and wisp.
This descent
all too familiar.
I will not return to
what grips me down,
that which grips us all.
Let this coming clenching
have but one final victim:
My breath.
Allow my exhale
to rise in its departure
so it may stay
lost in the cloud,
a haven I forever seek.
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