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on my back staring upwards

from the ground

the ceiling looks so much wider

from the ground

its cracks seem much finer

 

the paint peels -

minute flags, off-white surrender;

the paint peals -

egg shells of heavy footed plunder...

 

revelation fall free

on this soul that has been bound

revelation fall free,

release this pretender from the ground

 

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