He wants to set the sky on fire
painting the horizon
orange, red, and yellow
and catch the embers in his palm.

He wants to fall on the grass
and take a big gulp of wind
that fills him with air and something
close to magic.
he'll watch the sky as it burns.

Ashes falling, floating
dancing with leaves all around him.
raindrops are a cool shock on his skin.

And the moon will meet
the sun and congratulate
him for another long hard day.

He wants to watch the sky
as it turns black and blue
and silver while he takes
another shot of wind.

He wants to forget,
to get away.

He just wants to be.

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