appropriations

I stare up in wonder at the footprints on the ceiling

Asking myself how they got there

As if the view could be more peaceful from

That perspective.

I cannot separate fantasy from reality

Not today anyway perhaps

Tomorrow after three it will be accepted

Everywhere you want to be

As

The two concepts are intertwined so fervently

That I forget how deep the roots go

Digging deeper under the surface

Dirt under my fingernails

Just blood, sweat, and tears

underneath a moonless morning.

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