like Lazarus enkindled
I rise awake unbound
to face the willing sunrise
spilling over ground
the mote of doom impended
I pluck from out my eye
moving and uncoiling
beneath a different sky
the cloth of vague disaster
now pooling on the ground
as Icarus un-falling
I reach the speed of sound
traversing skies not punished
for dreaming in my sleep
no fear of fullness follows me
impelling through the deep
this permanent affection
for living in the light
for comfort in the shadows
for reason in my sight...
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