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i often wonder if dreams are meant to entice

or destroy

if you bound onto a cloud

trampolining across the red horizon

do you fly indefinitely

or tumble from too high

 

what elucidates

the purpose you serve for the world

do i have one

is my purpose to be purposeless

a single drop lost among the myriad

of atoms

slowing slipping senselessly

into the earth

we all end up there, anyway.

 

 

ive heard if it isnt working

you didnt use enough duck tape

but i am a mummy

and i still fall apart

 

 

if baby birds get pushed out of the nest

learning to fly from the fall

why didnt anyone push me

or was i born without wings

 

do caterpillars know

they become butterflies

or do they spin a cocoon

blindly enveloped by dark

what happens if it never ruptures

i dont think mine did

 

what would happen if atlas dropped the world

the loneliness of the burden

finally depleting the fragment of strength

left in his body

but aren’t we all atlas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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