carry me up above the clouds away from you

*bangs head against wall*

I want to be towed

by flightless birds,

towards the ever-lasting

sun and salvation

even though when my poetry

inevitably fails me,

I'll be dropped like carrion

and left on this sandless beach with

a heart made of seaweed

and eyes full of stars

and when my writing finally leaves me

like dumping me in an ocean

that's dried up 

and drained

i will still find a way to survive

i always do

because in this full sink of water

i will re-learn

because my poems are my life vest

(but I still know how to swim)

The End

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