while we waited
hearing daybreak begin in
alphabet chaos
forgetting ocean trenches are
longer than mountains.
our cores hard like moons
listening to rhythm of
dead waters
the electric generation
watching clocks
push forward on soiled walls
reaching up and across
from each other we are
dressed in sweat
and polyester.
weary with longing to pop
out of our skins.
our anger burns
eyes of eagles.
this configuration of rage.
Aquila
fire flying
we realize not a thing is
w I d e r
than the sky
broken dream
into dream of gray
imprisoned within gray stone
away from fragrant red roses
far from soft green grass
behind gray walls unable
to breathe in air like cement.
can you remember smooth
oceans or recall falling stars?
imprisoned for too long.
walls begin to crack open
stones knocked over steel bars
crushed walls blasted into bits.
now you can breath no longer
enclosed finding this world
this world is up just in front
of you pulsating alive free
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