soar

his life is but a trolley of succession

he keeps moving but his heart stays behind

he closes his eyes and lies back into the seat

soaring through the aisles

his head in a daze

a woven rapture paints across his gaze

smiles and lights

a barge of bluey greens

screaming he cries out for more

joy penetrates his being

his soul amplifies

and he just flies

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