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4d
out I burned
down I collapsed
in I nirvanad
off I set.

Waves of welter aligned to rewind
losing the weight of mind.
Swear I won’t fall again
But this isn’t feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
to pull me back to ground again.

The tune was arising until it’s fading.
The image is grounded until it’s leaned.
The voyager was granted until it’s strayed.
The eyes were flicked until it’s shut.

The hands were clutched until it’s fumbled.
The sight was stretching until it’s blurring.
The breath was pacing until it’s muddled.
The heart was harboring until it’s shivered.

The butterfly was fluttering until it’s tethered.
Sinking, surging, swirling,
There I was, though no one noticed.
Not even my ashes afloat.

Breeze nestled on wings of cradle
Shade blurred in a beam of surge
Petals flicked off stumble
Thorns unfolded to prattle

Fallen angles tethered
sinful to light the
darkened feather
As it fell to fly
17:09 May 14, 2024. At the front gate. Not sober, not rational, not irrational.
Evelyn Yining Chen
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Evelyn Yining Chen  17/F/intheclouds
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