I to my

Knuckles hold it still.

That desire.

Wings beat those tendons down.

Sun gently down.


Eyes filled with wonder.

Wrinkles in folds.

Air whipping the years back.

Scenic ripping lash.


Bring it bring it.

Time is soft.

Years speaking back.

Deficient gravity.


Those currents.

Trapping all the pain.

Bring it forward.

Give it some fuel.


You are not done.

There is no difference.

For I will fly.


Those eyes that watch.

I see them watch.

But I hear air.

Leave them below.


Refuse the toll.

Refuse the excuses.

Time will sink back.

As space folds.


Mother earth switch

For I walk in between

As air surface

And water catches


Screaming to soft

Waiting down the line

Screaming to catch

Just cast the air behind


I climb the ladders

Enter the stasis

For due sight

Mighty crystalline pain


But tho in sound

Crystal align by drive

And symbols blatantly died


It hurts.

It blends.

As air sinks.


Dive into the depths

Reach for the best

Then take back its air


As tunnels of majesty

In moments of clarity

Eyes to eyes to time 

Peace sublime


Greatness to rest

Personal to fly

Sounds to guide


One touch

One might expect

Are the clouds

Before thunder in


Change what’s below

Sightless to the ground

Shadows lengthen

Sun sweep the air


Dawn’s majesty

Your heart be fair

All here to fly

Come dye the air


Easy to glide, mights to soar

closed eyes and closed hands

fighting the inner man

Setting both to sky


We all can fly

Reach and turn in.

Feel the presence

You are here so care


The ground will cheer as shadows turn.

Be there. Be right here.

Jaded moonlight jaded time.

Trauma be turned as I try


Rhyme rhyme climb in time

Each rhyme Is just time

I am not to dine patients line

For one rhyme to its time


Might’s wrist might’s sigh

Full air to care don’t sail


Might to night right to guide

Moon to tides Eyes don’t fall.


There is rest.

Glide down.

Touch the ground.

Warm sun.


Sky and earth

Together

To fly and climb


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