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Into the Sky.

No longer
can I take this thick
cloud cover,
a sick blanket to blind,
hide and suffocate.

Clarity now.

My eyes yearn
for the stars, my mind
an echo chamber
where I cry out
to bathe in space,
swim in the sky.

Old friend,
I have not forgotten
you, never
could let go of all
you mean to me.

Beyond the atmosphere,
shed this shell of constriction,

intimacy next
to which their insipid
notions of divinity
demanding slavery,
valuing only
the most obedient sheep

swiftly sink, shrink
to nothing.


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