By TheMadPoetGold

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I feel barely awake,

The tips of my fingers are alight

With moon-kissed fireflies,

And they nip at my nerves,

As I tiptoe between sleep and conscious;

Find me somewhere I can dive off the moon,

Where wings might stretch lazily off my back

As I crash into the atmosphere;

I breathe life into formless clouds,

And they whisper secrets as they pour,

And follow the path of the Sun,

Like little, golden baby ducks;

I am alive.

We are, aren't we?

In my heart I feel light, 

Airy sunshine, fat moonlight,

And yet an exhale breaks,

Shatters into raw glass and broken tears

And the sky bleeds as we connect;

I am alive. 

I used to know the name of my breath, 

The value of my heart, 

The sane in my mind, 

The clarity in my eyes. 

An infection spreads. 

Like a scab you peel back to 

Reveal black marrow and rotten muscle,

And muscles contract, lungs fill with laughter

Of pink and violet and green, they spill out 

Soaked up by clouds, drunk by the earth 

I am alive...

I am living...

I am...a...