As far as this goes.

All the way,

and no further.

Shrinking off of this page,

falling up and away,

fading in the distance.


I’ve never been sure

of this,

or the next thing.

Embrace the meter

of what I am,

deride the unrealized potential.


Holding it down,

keeping it in,

cutting it out.

I’ve done it all

and it doesn’t stop the clock,

or kill the pain.


I still remain

an alien in time,

at home

in this strange place

for just a moment.


Lift me up,

hold me down.

Make me your suitable offering.


I made my choice

long ago,

when I chose the sky

over the ground

as my sacred land.


One day I’ll be going home.



HG – 2020

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