An inch beyond a step
But I can not reach it.
Running, kicking, pushing on
With all one’s strength—
To the left, to the right
In no direction do I arrive.
I can feel the breeze
It is clear as day
Yet invisible forces
Block the way.
Screaming at the top of my lungs—
The whole world gone fey—
For minutes at end, I learn
None finish feeling gay.
There will never be a reason for
Why we will die in mid air
Like this bee against the window.
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