Handcuffs in air, never moving, never removing, you will have to break the strand by breaking your, yourself,
/from them.  Your hands will go, /towards God, only leaving limbs to the sky, and another you will be released,
Your soul from your body, in those same some cuffs, held in air, but your spirit lightly refuses to be , and 
again its free, going through the same, hands gone now, arm limbs, lifted, and then.  it dissolves, leaving one more
remnant, hung in air, a shadow form, breathing hard, a gust in tornado flourish.  It breathes many /so/ times, so 
heavily, and drones to its stops, mouth agape, its feathery shadow eye agape.  It's one last breath shoots out
and it/you rip your arms from them, and your halo from your helm, your holders, and then space collapses from you forth, for you are the hole
that unifies and holds, completes, and holds true to form, and no regrets will be had by all.  It all crumbles
and shatters and dissolves in an instant.  Defining moment.  For you, I hope you find peace, the peaces in time
that had never come to be, and perhaps couldn't.  There are images of them /keeping of them/ abreast, all around, windows into dream
And you will forever be infant in space and heavens.s