Elevator

The wind swirls against the windows
while the world slowly widens
to the view of my eyes

The sky redefines the light
reveals its resemblance
to the bright figures residing
in the confinement of my mind

The elevator scurries and soars;
hurries past floors – to heights too high
to be adored – without stopping,
subsequently dropping the surface underneath my feet
to deadly depths

It was there,
as I neared my ascension – that desired
distinction – that I realized:

The world from above < being among the world

 

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