The struggle with the strings
interwined strings locked into one other
a curve on lips spread
how once it was all well set to be launched
to take a flight, a flight of dreams on board with hopes
tickling the dust and tearing the winds
maneuvering in the midst of clouds
rising and rising, surpassing the tropos and clombing the stratos.
crossing the sun and emerging from behind the moon.
All it needed was a push,
a push behind, a pull forward.
In negligence, it turned and twisted
hooked in a circle like a fly webbed.