Dec 22, 2015, 9:29 PM

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This life is an attempt at flight
at the hands of the almighty gravity
dragging all existence underground...
Torn between the Earth and sky
we spread across the horizon
pulled in all directions by powers divine
I'd rather wait for the right time
to disintegrate mid-air, at the highest point,
than dig in and fortify a house of cards
and its self-fulfilling promise of unraveling.
My eyes are black holes swallowing all the light
and I must learn to navigate the way it goes ...

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