flight
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the world spun beneath my feet
whirled and then
dropped
I hovered above everything
at thirty thousand
smoky white swirling
and my wings went stiff
immersed in a hum
that becomes silence
rows of heads bobbing around me
like crowns of daisies in a field
of wheat
white
blank, glowing
their eyes, the pollen trained forward
the sun breaks through
and a breath of snow
rises from the mute flowers
the ground made of clouds
the sky a blue fade
I'm going under
a voice says in my ear
how can it be
a whisper
a chasm has opened
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