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Is this flying?
Swan dives and mighty eagle swoops,
Tiny blue jays all aflutter,
Hummingbirds bobbing backwards
Is this falling?
Scrambling for purchase to no avail,
Looking for a way to be saved, a way
Out. To hold our
Victory and to keep it as we keep
Each other.
Tonight we fly
Heaven beckons with a chorus of
Angels but we fly the other way.
Together.
Impressive although our rebellion
May be, can we hold on when we
Fall?
Every step towards each other; angels fall.
Every breath for each other; humans fly.
Love.
Is this what this sensation is
Not only the thing that
Grounds us but the thing that lets us fly?