to fly

As if I have never broken into.
I exist merely in shadows and sensations
A film, a membrane wrapped around me
A hint of a figure or sunlight behind closed eyelids, red
and unreachable, and limbs trapped in turbid waters;
I shrink away from the cold air, where boundaries unbounded
asks of me to fly






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