amongst clouds
i get excited by the impossible drawing near, like a dizzying glimpse of the sky from beneath skyscrapers; our best effort to pull the heavens closer under an inescapable gravity.
to fly would invite death from the fall, for once i taste flight, will i remember how to land? inside me, i am both Daedalus and Icarus, father and son in painted wax wings, my despair rising the higher i soar.
because in my dreams, i am flying, flying like falling in love, flying like making art, flying like flying, flying like wanting, wanting, to feel the same awake as i did asleep