we are animals imperfect,
creatures of impulse
and urge
and base
whimpering for affection
and validation as we
balance on our hind legs
we are amphibians inverted
upside-down and drowning
dragging towards a new sky
where everything is heavy
and we gasp for the air
that we knew
how to breathe
we are fledglings flailing
headfirst out of shelter
into the cold unimagined
in the face of a universe
that promised us
we could soar
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