The Falling Sky

We could skip, arm in arm

Down the streets

Towards the dying light,

towards the dead stars

Break free from the city skyline

Floating off; floating away

Further and further

from this gravity

Binding us; capturing us

Enslaving us

When we only see what is

When we only feel what is

These chains sure are comfy

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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