Because I flew too close the sun
With my wax wings
I lost a chance
but I did not lose the perspective.
If I can not fly, I walk
And if you can not walk, delirious,
Dream and desire
So follow the ways of the world
So I digress, and poetry
I do not want the sun as an enemy
But as light and heat
I do not want the flight as a danger
But when writing I want to float
And to spread words to the wind
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