Non-Erotic PoetryHe Fell Through a Crack in a FingerprintI’m drawn
through transparent
smashed insect maps
into a room a large
crowd is slowly filling.
As each person enters,
another nerve
ending is exposed
revealing
the ability to fly.
Another person enters
the ceiling dissolves,
I take to the sky.
The sky takes me
into the motion of a hand
that had a way
of walking
louder than
the shape of an idea
posing as an angry wasp.
A big thank you to bluerains for all her help on the ending.
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