Thursday, January 29

this thing

the stars are mine tonight.
only i know their facets.
the moon's face i have touched on this
quiet night that is
mine. everything is mine, the trees zipping
by, the delicate barren
branches holding up the sky,
a deep purple sky that is so much
smaller than this
feeling. the world is new, the stars are
new to me tonight. reality and
daydreams merge, only, they explode. i am
reborn. my fingers crackle with a
keen energy. what can i touch?
who can i heal? i am
jumping off the edge, i am
falling. i know it must
end. the crash. the cold.
but i will fly while i can.

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