Something about this moment
when I slide under the covers
and finally let everything go.
Laying, completely unlaced,
embraced between gravity and bed.
When I can drift out of my head and
into my body, down my arms and legs,
over the sheets, across the floor,
up the walls, and
out the chimney into the night sky,
a space that more suitably facilitates my soul,
expanding up into the heavens,
where a million little strings of starlight
lift me up from the inside and
lift me up from the inside and
hold me…
hanging,
dissipated,
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