Monday, December 2, 2019

12,347. UNCAGED MAN

UNCAGED MAN
...Flying too close to the sun, 
gets burned, crashes to the
ground. All the way down I
was thinking of something
but cannot now recall what 
it was. A feeling of distress,
and nerves, together, makes
one lose focus. The ground
was rearing up, it seemed, in
in ways I'd never seen bef.......!
See what I mean; made you
look. The idea was sudden,
yet I was falling so fast, I
think it just kept leaving.
My. Head. Now I think
back, in respose, reading
some issued book and
still cannot. Remember.
A. Thing.

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