There was a time
I was certain
the stars and moon
the sun and clouds
were just above you.
All you had to sweat
was about was tip toeing
not to just touch
but to grab them.
I did not see
it were the thunders
blizzards and hurricanes
that you're willing to keep.
And in your flood
I was gasping for light
I kicked the earth
but nothing
helped me to surface.
Alas, you're reaching for the sun
blowing away the mud
picking me out from my death
alas, you are what
I've known you to be.
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