A poem

It Is Impossible

And it is worth it

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you hide yourself
in yourself and
in the flood of the
pulsing colours burning
in flames on the
horizon as sunshine
carves patterns
on the vapour of the
clouds as moments
become elastic
and the sky
pulls you all in and
frees you from gravity
in a horizontal
motionless flight

and in the sleepless
pattern of another dawn
you suddenly feel
that it is worth it

life is worth it
love is worth it
being happy is worth it

even if it’s bloody impossible