Flying

Poetry by Enes

[Acceptance. Is what they’re saying. It’s clearance. What you will be needing. Thee throwing those syllables in my space. It’s surely what you will need to face.]

I’m trying. I’m running. I am hunting it down. On all my fours. My twos. Over gravities gown. I’m lost. I’m spinning. My essence is thinning. It’s cold. Over night. Myself is denied. I heard’em whispering. In my ear. It’s slight. It’s faint. Almost no fear. I feel the heat. It’s tingling up. It’s light. It’s bright. Just as they say. Acceptance. Alliance. Clear in my core. It’s out of my system. No more shivering shore.

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