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After Gaze
I would just stand before the wind,
and get caught up in a particular way,
floating like a kite above the earth
while others watched
and longed for
my skill.
Transcendent, I’d soar, beyond all reach.
It felt so natural, while many asked
for my secret sauce. I tried to explain
since it was all in the technique. I stood
before the gusts &
just let go, lift-off,
I felt ecstasy–
a butte...
Wednesday 3rd March 2021 6:13 pm
Shroedinger's Poet
It is a curse
To have a flying soul
And a cinderblock mind
To feel the call of the sky
But to be afraid of heights
I am Schrödinger's cat
Alive and dead
At the same time
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:59 am
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