Fulcrum

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TheFeatheredSleep

Once

That part that burned to taste

Urged me to crumple up and set fire to rocket

Rushing in sky, a mauve glove of geese, maybe Iā€™d die in pursuit

Or perhaps retain the heat of being young and urging on

Like galloping upon horse across darkened moor

Would permit youth to live evermore in witnessing starlight

I recall that impetious surge

To swallow up the entire sky

Opening my lusty mouth wide

Consume all I could shove inside

Learning, love, adventure, dream, pain

Extinquish hesitate

Now it seems

Such a different version of me

I am no more the linx who came out in ebony hour

Thirsting for touch and feel, experiences mixed in bags of sticky fingered treats

To exist purely in a waking sleep

Smoking the reefer of self deceit, shifting always with instinctual unease

In whose arms, I longed to go, with my whole

And yetā€¦

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