These petty words
bring to fruition
that which has hidden in my heart for ages.
Somehow the words flow uninhibited
as if they have really always been there
but have just now been realized.
A thousand inspirations take hold
and drag me windward into the sky,
if only for a moment,
and my soul takes flight
and I am free.
But...
the sinking brick--
reality--
has made its presence known
and without even a parachute
to gently guide me,
I plummet to the ground,
the birthplace of my death.
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