Either
Short-lived days of flight,
the god-feeling of
powerful perfection,
rich obsessions,
high on the angle of light.
Then, plans for not being
here-there or any more ,
aching bathed in
unaware tears,
praying the darkness away
to sweet memories
of flight without pain.
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