Let Them Soar in Dreams

Let them soar in dreams
them demons, them cold facts of sleep and
small spirits…let them soar
Holding them to the ground, to the fire inside
to keep them near is felt, is needed, is…
wrong somehow
They can’t stand the heat, the smell, the close naked interest
and will push and shove and try
to love you…but fail
Let them glide toward their own future, their own
willingness to taste, to try, to live
and they will…and you will
They are visages of what might could be, of what
of how, of where those pieces fell off…but
they can’t separate from you
You  may try to both kill them and free them but you will always
be them and over and over you feel them
see them, numb them…hear them
Let them soar in dreams and your reality will
follow out the window, to the sky, to the
ends of the dream, the earth, the
ledge you stand on…because
holding them to the ground, to the fire inside
to keep them near is felt, is needed, is
wrong somehow

Let them soar and you shall fly with them
Let them mumble and whine and…fear…
and you will live
that too.

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