I don't know how I found myself
there, when somewhere else
I might have been more capable of
skill or grace. Perhaps I need
to push harder, wind up
my fingers inside the dust-
heavy gray laces and
tug tight, chancing them
to snap. I jumped
and spun. I could fly
but desperately. Open
rotation. Even my most
lucid attempt barely
got me off the ground.
Spinning around and
popping open. Still,
something made me
try and try.
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