segues into the old man’s foolishness
for those young men who live
to see it land in their own backyards
Icarus flapping his wings for years
till flight did happen
who couldn’t wait to grow old
but embraced death easily
as the genius part of the earth
the overcoming of the fear of
felt to be the point and
purpose of the flight
otherwise confined
to dreams and fancy
but now set free
by day and night
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