Icarus GYJ My darling child, this is our choice This labyrinth of longing, these echoed chambers of cause will only maze eternal; even through the finer loves and lights, my child, here, we are trapped. My son, these wings can make us safe beyond these walls, these feathered tools- freedom's risk, with trust and hope will redeem the good in all. Sweet child of yearning, wear wings. Do not fly, my love, too close to earth as water draws you; Do not fly, my dove, too close to sun, for wings are mortal formed, Hear my soul, they will dissolve. Go my son, fly with the law... Fly through space, go straight, go far... Go, my heart, my honor, fly... Freedom I have no weight Oh sacred blue of sky, I myself am this -Oh Aegean, how you ache and roll inferior, as I am one immortal. Oh, time, you died, and memory too. I am the wind, outstretched in universe, eyes all-seeing, I am fire and light itself. Yes, I am God-like now. This boundless blue everlasting ecstasy of wildest love- no falling, no calling, I soar beyond the law. No, he has not forgotten the promise he gave himself. Certainly he will pass through narrow gates of fire and sea. The law beats his mortal heart as it beats mine. No, son, No. My God, he's falling, his wings my heart, a thousand feathers vanquishing in sun.- oh love, it cannot hold him, my son, my love, my falling, catch my arm, curse vulgar space between us- down, his blessed body drops, a dire, wingless speck of fault. And I, must I now fly on? Trembling wings and death calling- Now the sacred hope in us reaching isles of gods has gone?

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