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Flapping ~ 02/05/03

Could I soar today,

on wildly flapping arms that stretch into the gray tinged sky

and swipe at the transparent,

in my search for the tangible?

The rush that comes with falling

entices,

seduces,

tempts,

the soul to break the practicality of routine.

How easily we are corrupted and made discontent,

but so goes the fickle passing

of a momentary existence.

Humans cannot fly.

The wind blows so mockingly,

a reminder that some things simply exist

beyond us;

in spite of us.

Not all things can be conquered,

no matter what the idealist might lead you to believe.

Clouds are so fragile,

so easily dispersed under pressure.

Why would I build my castle upon something so insubstantial,

I am not weightless.

Yet as the night air,

lightly flavoured with the scents of spring

and approaching rain,

invades,

invokes,

inspires,

...I flap.