Dreaming Son

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Why my arms fly away!

My son cries out his dream!

His panicked voice,
between worlds,
like lightning
splitting me.

I stumbled through the darkened room,
I caught him in his sleep,
But he was still so far away,
His face I couldn't see.

How you did that?
Half asleep.

I whispered,
What you mean?

My belly button,
Holds me up.
If I break my bones,
I die?

KNow, my little buddy,
when's your time to fly.

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