Sky

i stuck my head out of a car window-

not looking at the road ahead-

or hearing the surround sound noise-

just seeing the Sky-

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it was beautiful-

i was going to work-

and the Sky was just as magical as it was in the desert-

just as impressive as it was when it was peering down on the ocean-

just as captivating-

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i was home-

when i realized the Sky was magnificent everywhere-

my eyes inhaled the Sky-

i didn't document it-

i kept it for myself-

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and as i'm scraping my life-

into some replica of a portrait of organization i've dreamt up-

i'm resisting the urge to escape to a Sky that isn't my own