For the future
I strained for the future
I was almost there.
Dew drenched I fell into a pool
so deep as deep as the sea I dropped up to
my legs like wheels
washed into cold salt from a fissure of magma
spewed out from earth fire
up, up to the turning beat of tides,
I found myself swimming
over waves surfing,
salt streaming
my tears away
walking over the wavelets
to that fresh beach beyond the rivers and rivulets
of the stars.
Feeling how heroes feel.
Feeling how cripples feel.
Feeling how the happy feel.
Feeling.
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