Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Flying


Flying or flying?
Seconds so near,
Forcing myself to free the fear.
Release, let go.

Miles away,
An endless abyss zooms through my eye,
A fleeting moment carving through the sky.
I’m suspended in the air.

Imperceptible flutter by flutter,
I find my self grounded, planted in the clutter.

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