I never thought
\nhow noisy it would be:
\nthe wind through my feathers
\nsqueaks and rustles
\nas I pull and release
\nmy wings like
\na rower through air.
\nPull and lift and fly,
\nrest and soar and drop.
\nNow an angel,
\nnow Icarus.
\nMy place determined
\nby my own strength.<\/p>\n
Now rowing,
\nnow sailing through
\nthe breath of the world.
\nMy wings grow larger with every beat.
\nThey become clouds.
\nOnly now am I free
\nof Icarus’ fate.<\/p>\n
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