Icarus

You fly among the quiet clouds,
Whipping shrilly bout the empty blue-
And then the world does not exist.

Only the sun is burning your skin and the wind,
Coming in short breaths-empty,
And skyboundandalmostfree--

Feathers and the ocean roll into one,
So dip your toes into the water mountain ranges,
Circling under once earth caked soles

Salt in throat and the gull-scream echoing.
Into nothingness.

The descent begins with melting wax.

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Created in Filipino class, slightly fixed at home. :D