fluttering touch on skin like feathers
air rushing through wings – whether up or down
dizzy, veering, swooping, plunging,
vigorous pumping of muscles in pinioned strength
borne by an unknown force away from the familiar
far from my past, my present –
uncertain if there is a future
suspended in no time or place
heat of sun and movement melts and loosens
makes effort and resistance soft and vain
wondering if my will or another’s has control
captured by a superhuman god
or chancing fate on whims of wind and gravity
heading toward Olympus or the sea
fainting from high altitude or drowning
the plaything of a god or a victim of my fall
am I Icarus or Ganymede?


Edited by traveler (02/13/13 10:01 PM)
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As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed
Something deep inside...
I've been searchin so long to find an answer
Now I know my life has meaning
Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free...
When my tears have come to an end I will understand
What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago