I am refuge, and terror
gaining ground on so many fronts,
finding its way through the arteries
offering a brief pause before the final
strike and all hope releases and sets
sail flying into the air above --
filled with them tethered to the ground --
all of them with each of their fears
and wishing only for the moment
when firm ground is finally felt,
the weight again holding us down
into safety only to dream of the blue
flight into the brief atmosphere.
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