the sky must be beautiful
when filled with
the embers of dream
as the weight of loss
strangles upwards
as they lose color
to settle in tiny piles
of calcified hopelessness

i drift
yet my floatation
is only afforded
by the chains
keeping me restrained
a clump of kelp
never knowing
the kiss of the sun
except in wavering
salt stained diffusion
orange and white
shadows swim above me
the koi nibbling
on the pollen
of impregnated sorrow

blindly wondering what
the sky looks like as
another dream shatters
far above where i hover
little more than a corpse
bloated by a decomposition
of the reality of
heartfelt aspirations