Towards

Today is the settled day.
My deadline date.
With a lifetime ahead.
Got tired of browsing buildings,
Picking the perfect shrine,
In the end, what's done, It's Done,
No turning back,
Nor change of thought...
Or looking behind the meanings...

Climbed the stairs...
My skin is grasping the surface...
The steps are placed another after one...
But in the end, what's  done...
It's done...
Nothing but Breath!
A door has opened,
Curtesy of the wind inside that place,
Welcoming me: A child.
Nurtured at Chest!

- A nymph inside the tree,
Willing to get out and escape,
To breathe -

Wiggling my toes I smile,
Looked down, but cannot see.
Attention drawn by sky
And offered sisters flee:
Birds feathered with dim shine,
Surrounding me...
The count of Three,
One - Two spread arms:
Floating I am.

Eyesight blinded by clouds;
I have escaped!
Myself.

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Crowd of people / Bunch of crows,
Feasting eyes / Murmur of sounds
Touching the numb / Of a fallen white glove.

The child of someone / Laying on the ground
Feathered Shine Birds / Are grieving their blood:
So loud.