The sun rises, sets, repeats each day.
The moon follows suit.
Dancing with the stars instead of among the clouds.
A siren’s beat pulses in the air–hypnotizing
How high can you go– if you let go of everything?
Without ever leaving the ground–
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Literary.Land.of.Alysia 
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