i awake (in a cloud of dust),
hating
the nebular state
in
which i exist,
(currently),
looking around
at the wild cresting tails of
those bright lights
(the ones
that seem to soar about me,
some
how out of reach) and i
(how i need you), how
i
long for some neon star-colored day
when
i can run (and i can fly) and i can
play
in someone else's big backyard,
just waiting
for the sky-crunching thrill
of
shining
(thus) for you.
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