February 6, 2010

insomnia 44

I was still standing around on the cold mud
when the sun came up under my feet
and lifted me into the sky


my toes dug into the smouldering brow of Helios
and I perched there like a crow on a wheel


I could see ten thousand miles in every direction
and everything below me was hard and white


and the tree lines were brown shivering skeletons
stitching up the edges of the snowy fields


but I was warm with the sun as my elevator
and the clouds turned to steam as I passed through them
on my way to the stars

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