flying

it was that
flying
dream again
not
the falling
not yet
just

soaring

right over
the lapping waves
the storms
off
in the distance

weightless
painless
thoughtless

the wind
wrapped around me
like
a funeral shroud

a teeter
a totter
as physics begin
to take
hold

but i choose to
forget
the thereafter

lying awake
with a speeding heart
in the darkness
alone

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