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
