Departure

Up and away, out from under
chores of duty.
Free flight.
No matter, no duration,
no rules,
no gravity.
Travel that leaves behind
blind reptile mind’s
frightful rages,
habits accumulated through
rocky ages.
Beyond air, no sky
to breathe.
Risk of burning flesh,
immolation.
Escape
inside the flame,
space between elemental molecules.
Safe, unable to be seen.
Autopilot, sloughed of familial chains,
stuff of social thrall,
above recall.
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