Perpetually poised
Perfectly positioned
Ready to rise into the misty morning's lofty pursuits
An over-ripe rainbow fueled by fires that lies inside
strains against the ties that bind it
Sandbagged by reality
I peck at these strings
heaving breathless against the weight
Each beat of my heart
counts a strand as broken
must
be
released
to soar
or I shall surely burst
into ribbons
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Actually, I think this is quite sensual. Visualizations!!!???