He was prepping the fire
Loosening the rope
Preparing to sail the skies
He would float up above
Untroubling
Untroubled
Leaving no mark
He would leave it all behind
That was his plan, at least.
He had climbed in
But he had not cut loose
There was a thread knotted in his heart
Shining, strong, almost invisible
He could not wrench it free any more than he could wrench out his heart
Because the other end of this rainbow thread
Lay anchored to the ground
She stood just beyond the edge
Behind the horizon of his sight and his heart
But he knew
She was there
Like the moon knew the Earth was there and revolved endlessly around it
perhaps the rainbow thread was there too
knotted in the heart of the Man on the Moon
O man on the moon
am I fated to be like you?
year by year by year
yet you are never closer
to the other end of the rainbow thread
but still
it binds
you
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