#926 - my personal memories of flight

 

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my personal memories of flight

a rhapsody

 

first few steps out into the air

for grip

 

knowing each day come from nothing

all flourishes, storm fresh, dreamt

 

country echoes

ghettoes wherever we go

 

did it all by cloud too

one being another

 

a thing between the body

remembered

 

lift and drift

a drowning therein

 

take part

thought thus vestigial

under dust

as amoeba on

 

so here we are, you and I

high and twinkle further up

for anyone who looks

 

we shall have music there