Somewhere between memory and escape
There is a tiny island
We swim out to reach it
My legs flail helplessly
But I don’t think for a second
We arrive at the shoreline
The wind picks up
The sand lashes at my shins like a thousand tiny knives
I’m thrown upwards
My arms have been replaced with wings
I feel the hollowness of my bones
I fly back over the mainland and wave goodbye
Further and further away
I am with the stars now
And when it is time
I will explode
But I am pulled back to earth by the weight of routine
I hear sirens in the distance
I move between my bed and my chair
I stare at a screen
Hideous concoction of atoms
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