Cease(working title...)

Workshop

The countdown has begun

Three, two, one…

Lift off, straight up towards

The quiet gap

Where feelings sink and souls float

Where I slow dance with the moon

In a constellation of fruit flies

Weightless, useless

If I were to cease

I will return, next time

it rains

For I am not a dusty skeleton

I'm the grey cloud from

your dreams

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Posted Jul 22, 2022, 1:49 PM UTC

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