she awakes, cries out
panicked over abandonment
just like her brother
after a freak incident
more than half his life ago.
fear is just a part, though
as a desire for power
weighs into the dynamic
(a subconscious one, surely
but importantly…)
I pause, beg the angels
for help, for sleep
a parent worn thin
by being torn away
from the call of the soul
there’s so much there, waiting
where is the freedom
to explore, to travel
through space and time,
to move past the rocking
and into a final
orbit?