Don't Give Up the Hill

Don't Give Up the Hill

Don't Give Up the Hill

I seem to not be
Waiting but checking
To see if I am interested
In that motion while I
Move elsewhere in evolutions
Wondering in my wandering
Of the being that would
Evolve between us as I
Constantly grow in my shell
Or remain attached to my
Abandoned exoskeleton
I shed along the poles
Of his abandoned swing set
Outside on a warm day
I flew by to watch him
Wouldn't he want my meat
On the inside when I'm
Tender to the world again
Can he abandon his outgrowth
To fly away with me or
Will he remain cramped
In his bud, unblooming
Has he found my relationship
Requests a bit overwhelming
When they are only directions
To be strong enough for me
Does he like the possibility
To be in safe arms for infinite
And I wish the same of his strengths

Again I watch him peck at
The empty shell for filling
Across on a higher perch
He cannot see because of
The cloud upon his eyes
From too much of him in old
Layers that do not belong
To the living in him, to the breathing
He stifles a corseted breath
For the loss of his old
Playing around with ghosts
Of inner child that is not
The beautiful plaything
When tied to the battle of
Dwelling on fears instead
Face the movement of stillness
And his shell will slide
Releasing the wettest wings
As he'd look to admire
His freedom, would he
See me afar behind his
Wings he could fly to me
Would he look to his own
Roof to fly above me
While I peel off another
World I made in cracks of
Light from the memories
Of could-be's IF I start first (without a point)
Of him, IF I called first (without a number)

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