The Unfettering
Whistling through blackness
True to its orbit
Illusion of freedom
Wistful eternity
Peace in sight
But out of reach
Searching for doors
Where only windows appear
Must generate…
Escape…velocity
Must go faster
Must try harder
Fighting for inches
Unloading foul ballast
Smashing oaken doors
Their dirty guards slaughtered
Profound nourishment
Awaiting
Kicking like embryo
Clawing at billowy membrane
Shadowy cocoon falling
Away in torn shards
Gray-haired infant
Buttery with promise
No time to remember
The rolling blackness
Not continuing
Just beginning
Now
Copyright © Vincent Procopio | Year Posted 2012
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