I glide to my irresistible doom
Blinking off in electricity and singed wings.
An Icarus of another age.
Why do I fly?
When the destination is only down
and the solace of the sun lies only in its consuming fire?
In burning there is the briefest flash
Of warmth before the pain.
|Shades of Solace. Taken in November 2013, Yale University, New Haven. OKJ All rights reserved.|
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