there is an unexpected beauty
to the unraveling
freedom
in becoming
boneless
shapeless
unmoored
untethered
to here
to now
feels like my soul
could explode
out of my chest
in an explosion of light
could fly
could soar
reach for the heavens
the sun
like Icarus
before wax melts
and I return to
tumbling freefall
praying to lose consciousness
before I slam
broken
into the ground

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