There was a time
when I dreamed of wind
and breezing through white clouds
leaving streaks in the sky
Looking below at a wide sprawl of
the world,
smaller than I ever thought it could be.
If only my body could turn light enough,
if my bones were hollow
or my arms were wings
From the sky I see dots,
I used to be one of them,
barely visible, scurrying about
as if nothing were more important
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