if the sky could make phone calls
would it ask us to defy gravity?
blinded by my hope for a soon-to-be memory:
the invisible rope that keeps me here snapping to pieces.
It tethers me to a place where
gunshots come before alibis,
and the truth is uglier than the lie.
In everywhere beneath me.
pushed by a column of air
would shrink into nothing.
I dream of a day where I’m weightless.
for the places in my soul,
I dream of a day where it weighs less.
An answer to this is the rain.
It enters and it departs,
but it changes the way we move even after it’s gone.
all of us would be witnesses
The bridge between Earth and Heaven shattering.
Glass like semi-colons written
Like an ellipses for time itself.
The thunder would soon break the silence, being the scream, but before would be the shock.
A pause for breath before God causes us to continue.