anxiously, the night sky beckoned

my soul weighs
heavy
today, barren
the moon
pockmarked
cold dead
covered in
soft downy feathers
angel wings
burnt
withered weathered
worrisome
anxiously, the night sky
beckoned
i do not heed.
i do not
heed.
to be free
freefreefree
untethered
unchained
not detached
a master of
self defense
mechanisms
tinkering, tinkering.
cleaning up
the toys
cluttering the attic.
i could fly.
but my soul weighs
oh so heavily
today, desolate
the desert wind
dry, dessicated
there once was
an ocean here.
bottomless.
i could fly.
if not for
me.

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