A small army tries to fly
and finds failure in success.
It curves and cries down
lost in the air and earthbound.
It loses some in cold stares
as they plummet to the dust.
And some cull themselves
in upside down fantasies.
It wins more to dizzy flights
who melt in the Light of Truth.
Yet they watch, way down below,
all those who stayed at rest,
carving their lives in humility,
one day shoot past the sky,
and onto success, from failure.
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