Icarus

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What a blessing it is to soar
to taste air
and dance with the sky
to be one with the clouds
at peace, but with a raging fire beneath your wings

What a blessing it is to fall
to taste the melting wax
and be blinded by gnashing lights
your back against the ground
no fear in sight
no regrets for the dreaming heart

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I was prayed a prayer
long, long ago
that the stars be my stepping stones
and that my wings take me to places unknown
places I will create
a new world to leave behind

I have found my wings
moulded beyond wax or gold

I am him.

Icarus

— Oge