Slipping into something

Trying to escape, and trying to remain.
Stuck in flux.
The flightless bird high up in the sky, surprised by its own surroundings.
My home was my own gallows, my seat of self-destruction.
To break free, to dissolve into tiny shards of metallic light.
Longing for change.
You called me forth, humming the chorus of love.
Magnetised in your splendour.
And now, you un-cork the bottled time and let it flow.
The deluge over me, icy cold that stings like sharp realizations.
Time and you are precious, and I won’t waste either.
Live, seek and love.
Folding in you convalescent wings.
Watching it all through glass.

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