Closure

Talons once held mein the skyfar above. I thought she was showing me the world, but she was planning my plummet. Specks on the ground,green,blue,pink… I thought they looked familiar,dizzy from the lack of airI had forgotten their significance. Art installationswere not so,nameless beingsdroppedfrom the sky abovejust the same height as me. My guidewas my