Virtuality

[busker]

Virtuality

Though
this ground
now holds me
pulls my blood in
calls me down loudly
to bear my bones proudly
I’m logging out of my skin
forsaking worldly attractions
breaking free of gravity’s pliers
to awaken beyond reach of the stars

If you were famous, like Biden, and this’d been your suicide note, what a day it’d have been for poetry!
World leader, secret poet, writes death poem and commits Sepukku at press conference 

---

Nice march of syllables