not quite ready to die.

scars
that we were left with
from the hightpoints of
the universe.

voices now call me
to the ground.

they hit me right.
yet not so bright the future,
I cannot reach it.

I’m sorry
and I beg myself to hit just the
medium tic-toc of the average human being.

I suffer from insufficience
to hit my old default mode

not quite ready to die,
amused by the world,
I cannot fly again.

wings hurted
the medicine is not clear.

I commit to sins
so I can feel alive.

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