Icarus
falling
my tide my
shadow
few
hundred words more
breakdown
of wings uncalled for
dark
endures
a moment
the whole light
likely to
gravitate
to the
work world
in
uncertain light
my working
fearful desire
mind open
hen
brooding
barriers
within
a mouthful
of steam
looking
forward
narrative
presence among decay
the
absence of what defines
the wrong
side of guessing impenetrable
one possibility
within hope
a mouthful of accounts
dark endures
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