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 Leave a tip for this poet? Guest has chosen to ask for tips. Any donation is made directly to this poet, and is greatly appreciated.
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