Inexplicable

Sometimes
threads unravel
play out like a kite lifting on a breeze,
my soul flies and dances to some silent rhythm.

I see
myself below,
grounded and ghostly like a grey golem
that has stood for a hundred years, patient, waiting.

For what,
is there purpose?
No matter, the essential me is free
for just a nano second that seems to stretch out

into
elastic time.
I think (me) elsewhere never before seen
yet dreamed a thousand times, seeming familiar.

Escape
to ecstasy,
freedom that one day shall last forever,
joys unknown, hide careless impatient to be shown.

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