Line of inquiry: “joy, empathy, compassion on an upward arc an effervescence eternal causes bliss ignition to start”
Gravity grips hard— joy strains against grasping hands; wings are folded back, empathy gathers its thrust, compassion burns to lift-off. On an upward arc, will the pilot, now commands the body fights earth, leaving bright trails of hot flames effervescent with white sparks. Then bliss bomb ignites— shreds the weights bound around feet, into skies open to the joy of weightlessness; unencumbered — free at last.
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