Imprisoned hopes, you can relax your concentration.
This tense concern that rusts the very notion of self-being.
That fog ahead.
Not to wait.
But see.
How our aerial dimension will annihilate it.
And this cosmos tic will lift us off.
Through any strafe, we pass.
So Icarus can laugh and Daedalus be pride.
In any dream that myths do live.
In any world.
With gravity or not.
I say.
I am.
I, life.
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