out the side door

of my mind’s eye

following a turtle

you didn’t expect me

to go any way but yours

leading towards abyss

found feathered tracks

littering concrete prisons

no one accepts grace’s strength

no one expects the un-

invisible trappings needed

before flying could dare be tried

falling up like floating

I continue to jump

ever to be caught by Divine

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