39 lines
939 B
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39 lines
939 B
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title: Flight
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week: 14
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date: 2025-04-08
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precisely folded, in a pack,\
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strapped on tight to adventurer's back:\
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this daredevil I serve,\
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as we fall, twist, and swerve
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I'm gripped by her brain,\
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always up in this plane:\
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in my strength she can trust,\
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leaning back, a strong gust
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we fall, free and wild,\
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lucidity like a child:\
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my time coming soon,\
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together, we're attuned
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all at once, familiar tug,\
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I spread out, a broad rug:\
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the wind beneath my sails,\
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slowed, the view details
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down lower we float,\
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no longer remote:\
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we land safe on the shore,\
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fold and reset me once more
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+++
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I leap with hand on withers as my guide\
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To hoist myself atop his scaly back\
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I find my place there saddled forward loin\
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Now braced with hand on pommel stapped to crest
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With small squeeze I sign for a swift rise\
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A bold rush to great hight by wings beat\
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I'm struck by the sharp bite of cold wind\
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And weights ease that lifts me in deep dive
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