1 I soar past the sun, with wings I have won. 2 The shadows grow fonder. Now livid, despondent; Contorting in shade As I writhe on the floor. 3 And I see the scene unzipping into sizes far too small. And I hear my heartbeat vibrate through wings that do not rise, do not set. Within dreams I soar above these faces—yours and yours and yours— But in this dream, I do not face this. In this dream I fall. 4 I soar with the sun, with wings I have sewn. That chapter not ended; there are still tomes— I cannot unread it, the pages are senile— Rust fills the letters but better than none. My body convulses while my mouth briefly smiles. No pain sears and pulses, no pain has yet come No sorrow to guide me, no light to atone. Through darkness inside me, I don’t see I’m alone. 5 I wake on floors of flooded bathrooms, Depravity fed amphetamines is nothing Compared to the fear I think I feel When waking on floors of flooded bathrooms. [end]