In this light I create my own
And throw it away because there isn’t any
I sound like I know what I am saying
without a single word
And relish in the thought
of an unknown desire
to take flight and follow that notion
My mind always one step ahead
in landing on the soft side of this blade’s call
where all sharpness subsides
My tender mind
needs no more motion
And I jump to make the water rise
to meet my fall
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