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I am in no mans land.
The anchors and weights are ten thousand leagues below in a watery tomb.
The ropes that once served as eternal bonds pull me with a phantom force.
I kick harder.
The metallic screams from the abandoned iron relics coax me from lifetimes below.
I've simply outgrown them.
One day, the shackles came off my ankles and I didn't bother reattaching them.
Instead, I slither through miles of forgotten ground.
No mans land.
I am alone.
Ten thousand leagues below, lie my past and the anchors that held me there.
Ten thousand leagues above, people fish from boats rather than sift through silt to see if the dog threw them a bone today.
Maybe I can make it to heaven one day, if I kick hard enough...