WHITE FLIGHT

looking in from the edge
good intentions descend
and slicken your grip
on the cracks in the side walls
even if you make it
the span of the mouth
is barely enough to let one at a time out
    and it might be...
reaching out from the hole
the bones in your fingers snap
under pressure of mind under foot
how easily will you accept my hand(out)
to pull you toward me
    because it might be you
    as it should be

join me on high 
as we abate your conscience
you say your wings wont spread? 
you lie
has it occurred to you 
that you have no direction
you just wait in your hole
survive, and hide

out here in my world; but not at my side
you see, it’s not quite a level plane
your legs are bound 
and your arms are drawn
as i take flight again
    because it might be you
    but it won’t be

join me on high 
as we negate your culture
you see your wings spread far and wide?
and as i promised you
you have a new direction, per se;
another hole to try and hide in