Flying Me To Beyond Worlds
closed paths
of me, drive me
explore alleyways...
.
Blocked courses
with no signs, impel me
seeking safe
shelters...
.
In the midst of flying
feeling dizzy,
half blind
I follow in the heart
radar...
.
Entangled in
wrong ways
imagine myself in
cut cords
as in labyrinths
of Theseus...
.
But if I lack
fresh roads,
I look for novel paths
in heaven... so I direct,
my fly leading me to
heights... beyond-worlds...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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