i hear
subtle minds
crashing into
the sky
eyes free to ask
words free
to say why
find
no struggle for wonder
as my lips waken
to thunder
so i
(speak)
i, spaced with wakened grace
had been dazed where i laid
but found me
toes tipping off the edge
she
spinning at
the masochism of the
bottom i
grabbed her hand
and
said
'look'
she shook
incessantly
eyes
widen
slowly
turned
up
wild the sky like facing the lie
wide the sky like
nothing she tried
a fool, but she barely knew
it was
all
so
true
nothing like her
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