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my eyes peel back from my head

i am cackling

i have never felt the wind before



its as if my heart has exploded

the weight of it no longer exists,

in my chest,

flying is not for language,

it sings, its joy is wordless,

every bad thing that has ever

happened to me

is gone i am transformed

into a fool. a fool/ no son of daedalus

and i write poetry with no rhyme here in my head

there are no thoughts only

a singularity of motion

i can barely breathe



look at the sun

my god the sun is the most beautiful warmth i have ever felt

its song is playing in my ears

all i know is wanting

the purest love i have ever felt and all i

can do is reach for you each moment

coming closer to the climax

my bliss builds on itself overlaps intertwines

a crisscross of unadulterated white light

i am burning

i am burning and i never want to stop

the thought of the fall never crosses my head all

i am now is love



and when i fall i remember

my wings are wax but it doesnt

even matter i know it doesn't matter i knew

flying and no one else has ever known it was worth

death to want the sun to know the beauty of more



the water feels like redemption the blast of my body shattering

is not pain it screams a song of the ending of pain it explodes to let

more air into the empty spaces



the water is too far from the sun and at the last moment i fear for it

but i will not be afraid of death do you know how it feels to fly do you know

?

do you know the sun or its carress upon wings that cannot last

?

do you know the implode of a heart so that it no longer exists the one part of my body

that thinks that holds

the paradoxes of a mind but moves with the ignorance of a body

do you know the ending of the beat

the suffocation that is blood

do you know the crash of waves or

the sweetness of a breath underwater you see



i have known all these things

and in the stories they write about me they think i didn't know what i was doing well

theyre all fools