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In flight, myself, with others,
Steely eyed
And focused on the drifting clouds
Above
Floating in light
Constant, unwavering light,
Soft,
and cool
against the skin
Above me...
A pinprick becomes a small tear
A small tear, a rending,
A rending, a sundering
Below me...
A sob
A plea
A curse
A howl of anguish
And the light begins to fade
No longer floating high,
But
still floating
The light is slightly dimmer,
But
Yet I still see clear
Around me…
The sundering and howling
Intertwine
To batter the light
Spinning threads of sadness,
Turn to sorrow
Turn to grief
Turn to despair
And wrap around me
To pull me
Down
White becomes indigo
Soaring becomes skimming
Day becomes night
And I become
stone
Standing in darkness
Constant, unwavering darkness
Hard,
and burning
against the skin
Behold.
Myself. Myself. Myself…
Alone.
Teary eyed
Unfocused
On the ravaged ground
Below
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.
2015
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