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Altitude
an option with wings
a blue to black infinity
bound only in mundane effigies
of lift, airflow, thrust and drag.
Wind, a rush of cloud
a weight of light
to float an escape
of gravity.
Tears, shed at the joy
of possibility:
the softest touch hovers
on an edge of air.
Parting -- a blink
timeless in motion
to dare a breath
and glide in pure silence.
A kiss... the words
understood.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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Altitude
an option with wings
a blue to black infinity
bound only in mundane effigies
of lift, airflow, thrust and drag.
Good poem. I've enjoyed all your poems, so far.
this has no comment and that is a sin. What a beautiful poem, I love the science (with word play!) in combination with the more qualitative part of live all mixed in. Nice work m.a.