Slightly edited

Still not sure about ending. But work is there to be looked at - a creative object belongs to nobody! Let's all look and be skeptical about the ending.

Above the Sky

By september, you will find me strapped and stretched

and exiting by way of tracks

                                               cross mind, straight face

                                               straighter with each nail, nail, nail and thoughts

"WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO FROM HERE?

We'll lay the groundworks,

spread the word 

                             our clack clack clack 

and perhaps we can wave you goodbye"

as an aside:

                                                        

                                                      

                                                        no-one here wants

                                                        just flesh and blood

                                                        to stream all the way up to our

                                                        steel-capped tips and claw

                                                        and put up functioning signposts to

                                                        "ABOVE THE SKY."

By september, they will write me an equation for sleep

programme the sun to not disturb

                                                           patterns of decision

                                                           

                                                        

By september you will find me tightened and torn

looking much like a textbook

                                                   my fingers gnarled

                                                   to the shape of words    

By september perhaps you will shut this story

to it's golden, grizzy end

                                                 

                                             leaving only my tracks

 .