Unfinished Skies...

Between the sky and my head

hides a luminous emptiness

that has barely learnt to crawl .

It’s growing in spurts;

in bits and pieces,

paraphrased and interrupted.

Between the sky and my head is

an exhibition of hammer and nails. You drop

a shilling and find me .

I lose myself.

I am only a face in many a  million worlds.

Between the sky and my head is an interval

That could last a lifetime.

If only I could pocket the minutes

That rise and fall.

You could leave or reconsider

A lot goes on between the sky and my head.

All you needed was

a ladder that would take you home. 

And I was only trying

to build us some peace. 

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Breathe.