Out of Mind’s Air

Here, then not,
But, wasn’t ‘it’ always here,
The words, the thoughts,
that distill onto the page?
From ghosts, nothingness into tangible.
Weren’t here, then are,
Dusts floating on a clear day,
Down,
Untrapped by invisible cobwebs,
Floating down,
To rocks or wings becomed,
Freeing, weighing,
Weighing up, weighing down,
Unseen chains,
Freeing and imprisoning,
Within, only within.

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