it feels as though nothing else exists
up above these clouds;
where the sun dances
with the moon,
kisses her craters one by one—
leaves her to whisper to the stars.
up in this new world,
the sky looks like a pond below,
where koi fish
that look like clouds
are unmoving and silent;
it's a graveyard parallel to ours.
would i find my peace
if i leapt off the wings,
into the unknown?
perhaps i wouldn’t fall,
like so many others before me;
maybe i’d fly.
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