Could You Fly?

Le Soleil, ou la Chute d’Ircare, Merry-Joseph Blondel (1781-1853)

Could you fly?
Without the rope

you are just a man, no Icarus

caressing the sunset, no wax

to melt, oblivious to height.
Could you fly?
I saw Damocles’ sword fall, once,

and a king lost his throne,

and perhaps it was best, because who

wants to be a king?
Could you fly?
We wrinkle time, and your face is

a kaleidoscope of memories

and fanatic atoms

pulling you from the nothing in space.
Could you fly?

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