Shadow Stay Flat Poem by Patrick Czyz

The feel of falling blindly clutches like a deep plunge into
The dream that lies to my body, lain and locked by the shadow.
Some overarching lids seal any dim starlight there may be;
Likewise the taunting spin of a turret fixes the face of the earth
On an uncaring void, the ion aged and worn witness to
This scheming of space and the preservation of time.
To defy existence, send me angel filled skies!
O rock surfaced earth, let me fall in the fluid air, never still.
Mystify these yet closed eyes with light to afford
Any insight forbidden to the dull waking, mobile planet.
Give me rise to prove that my shadow stayed flat
Lest I prove its vestige.