Before Flying

Lying in ample sheet ever-calm
covering and not covering spoiled skin
I have come to become a half-person
left the young man’s whims in ashes.

Sitting welcoming designer’s chalk
marking corners and curves to be cropped
one leg over its twin gazing
future still somewhere east blazing.

Quicker than syllables ambition slides
on links of silver and copper and ice
in chains holding together the hours
and on it a locket, you tight inside.

Standing incarcerated in heaven’s gate
showed up early but wanted to wait
I hesitate at the lonely marathon
hair grows pages turn songs are forgotten.

Walking ever-roundly to the slightest sound
with legs and mind left rashly behind
learning like flash cards the rapture of surprise
and here you come happily with wings as disguise.

These days ever-slanting ever-mumbling
poetic air flows over and under for lift
we never made it in however
paradise iwould better off without us.

Quicker than syllables ambition slides
on links of silver and copper and ice
in chains holding together the hours
and on it a locket, you tight inside.

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