In another life I was a window washer up there,
somewhere embedded in the sky,
cleaning up the wherewithals that people said they did and didn't have
I liked the word clarion so I took the time to climb up there,
in pursuit of a life better than this,
I spent my whole life on the outside looking in,
and take the tongue scraper and wipe your slate clean,
day in,
and day out,
But on Tuesday,
early morning,
the unimaginable became a fulfilled promise
They set me on fire,
and ironically I was scared of skydiving,
I told them I would never have the strength to do such things
And as it turns out,
I did,
And we could add arsonist to their crimes against humanity, I suppose,
but what a futile supposition that would be,
And so I cried,
despondent over the fact that my homeward bound was not the ascension I always dreamed it would be
Dreams were overrated,
and destructive,
especially for those of us who lived everyday life up here in the clouds
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