Toward the Apogee

Toward the Apogee

Woke up, got out of bed, a breeze
stroked my hair through the gaping
window. Its fluttering diaphanous
curtain whisked me like wings
into the blue. I piloted amid

whirling puffs, viewed the rolling
footage below hack and thrust
among the staggering profligacy.

Onward I encountered a soul
gliding by, its leaden eyes
lifeless as a game head. Into

the expanse I pressed.

© 2022 Donkey Hoety

© Guest - 08-15-22-04:08 AM

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