Up here, I am in a rarefied zone, leaving behind the penury, subjugation, humiliation and discomfort. My feet almost not there, give way to wings and the push is provided by gods I worship.
“We are your bosses here, not your damned conscience – you sold it to us anyway….”
My feet long to touch the ground – this can’t be heaven and these polished masks can’t be God.
I know why souls leave behind bodies to fly, and death is romanticised. Being pulled back by gravitational forces in the stratosphere is a very unnatural state of being – one has to play by the rules, or fall with a thud.
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It’s kind of creepyscary. Intriguing.
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Thank you 🙂
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Selling one’s conscience most definitely has its pitfalls.
Well done SSS.
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Thank you so much, Pat!
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Wow. If not a dream, purgatory? Elicits many questions!
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Or the top layer of a corporate? Thank you, Denise!
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are you sure, that its a dream?
lol
by definition, a dream can create anything in the world of the real, so maybe the true deficiencies are with the concrete manifestations rather than the part that does not require gravity.
loved the line, “…this can’t be heaven and these polished masks can’t be God.“
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It’s all in the reader’s interpretation 😀😀
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Certainly a lot to think about.
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Tricky situations…. Thanks!
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First of all I love the word “rarefied,” secondly, I agree with Lisa, it sounds like a dream. I went in that direction, only daydream as in zoning out. Good six.
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Thank you so much!
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Oh my! Sounds like a dream i!
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Let’s hope it’s a dream. Thank you, Lisa!
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