I enact all for the one moment
when I would be in trance,
thrown up in the air
with all force spent collecting life.
I shall be nearer to the clouds
for a flip second
Will I breathe in their grey shades
before the imminent descent?
Will my fall twitch the gravity
leaving a mole somewhere on its chin?
Or will the visions flood my eyes
of Gods, so near
conspiring another lie?
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