the world for safekeeping

you can see me reaching toward the sky
long arms extending to grab those clouds
that they told me I would never reach
unless I sat on the wing of an airplane.

dark blue crayon lines separate the horizon
and they told me God doesn’t sit on clouds,
but when I pulled down the world to keep,
angels fell out and rolled into space.

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A/N: I’ve been writing a lot about angels & space lately, haven’t I?