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recalling what happened to Icarus
I used to be uneasy in the air flying
with these damn wax wings of mine
but since I have come through
a particularly wild flight
and seen how much pounding
the ship can take
I hardly look up
from my magazine these days
in the air pockets
I think that all too often we panic
at the height of the storm
and are too quick to cut the ropes
and throw everything overboard
then later in the doldrums
realize that perhaps
we might have made it through
with everything intact
I wonder if the ocean floor is not littered
literally littered
with the bones of those
who abandoned ship
too soon
or
are you really
that much happier
since your separation? |
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I have in my life
D
R
O
P
P
E
D
Like a rock
Like a bar of soap
To the bottom
At 45
Not entirely
Ninety-nine one hundredth percent pure
I
Can
Still F L O A T |
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