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.
