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Flight.

Open up your wings
and show me what you're made of
show me that
something good will come
show me
the future
show me
what i need to know
and tell me all that i need to hear
fill the air with laughter and noise
sing your song
out and above
and pick me up

resting, i awake
with a thorn in my side
soggy legs from the ride
breath still short


please
just come on down
and tell me right from wrong
whisper in my ear the consequences
if any
any at fucking all
grab my arm and show me the way
i swear
enlightenment is bullshit
but, I'll try
if, you, giant winged creature
abide and guide the way.