blue sky poem

When I was little, the sky was pure and I gazed straight up into the blue

Unstoppable with no barrier

Like I could shoot back up, back to the beginning

Eyes sparking pain at the clean light

 

Now every blue sky is laced

By the little shapes that swim upon my eyes

And the purity comes

In fits and starts.

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