from miles high does my skin gleam
and shimmer as the morning sun shining
through the pearly gates reflects
this freedom swallowed me, engulfed me
like i too abandoned enlightening a crumbling city;
and i have if you saw me as such, that
i was a place and wind was all the road leading to me
i think of us more as west and east
colliding at every point and what
freedom is there in being both everywhere
and nowhere
but with such ease does our boat drift into these lost and tremorous seas
and with such grace are unseen ropes always pulling us back to bay
and at bay we are until love exceeds the brim and
melts the waiting, trembling universe
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