i’m addicted to the sky
both near and far
both day and night
and its changing colors
how lost i become
in its narcotic freedom
in its lack of promise
in its vacuous zilch
what a silly idea
to have this flesh
needing these bones
bound to this structure
i’m addicted to the sky
as gravity weakens
and weeps at the sight
of my fleeing soul
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