Last Blind Ascent

Climbing each rung of the rotting ladder,

my wishes snapped one by one

 

The beanstalk looming high above,

its vines blocked out the sun

 

Grounding my desires and aspirations,

like a bird with broken wings

 

My hope tried one last blind ascent

—to where the Angel’s sing

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

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