Condensation on my breath
Powered ice under my feet
A promise tight around my neck,
But draped over my chest.
Threads and buttons hug me
Walking down tree level stars
5a.m. on a frigid wet alley.
I accelerate on a runway of weeks
Expecting to leave the ground and fly,
But I slip on the ice,
Falling backwards into a January night.
And when I opened my eyes,
I saw Eden's door,
And walked out.
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