float

float
There’s a way to be,
only the dead can truly tell you how it is,
but I have an idea from the linger of longing that hovers,
it’s to float about,
ghostly,
gracefully,
bearing no burden on no thing,
ironically,
leaving an imprint on everything.

How heavy is a dream where you see yourself,
hovering and looking down on yourself,
soul travelling in a room,
strangely weightless in that sleep state,
and gravity stricken in wake.

W.E.

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