poetry, Writing

Smooth

(or How I Fell to Earth)

Soaring over the planet
Light speed sensations


Flipping, tumbling
Riding the wind


Falling prostrate through clouds
So opaque and pliant


Losing my wings
With each second


Forbidden emissary
Of the heavens


Tripping through the sunlight


Spiraling carelessly
Wanting to know


Feeling a need:
What is it for?


Giving it all up for mortality

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