#378 (escape artist)

I saw him

fleeing again

escaping reality

hiding between the

specks of dust on

the wings of his

beloved butterflies.

That fool, tricking

gods and monsters,

had he not been burned

by the sun just yesterday?

Yet he is soaring

towards the merciless

star again, stopping between

silver craters, the touch

of cold rock resting

against his forehead.

His fears dying out

in the darkness

between the lights.

 

© Matthias Geh, 6th July 2018

 

 

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