Icari (Woebegone)
For a man so free that light encompasses
There with him solace levitating besides his yellow wings
From there it speaks with its harrowing presence
Not a voice nor a sound but only a sightly sign
His freedom brims, his body tucks into itself
For flesh is weak that no freedom shall abide
A prison yet still even including his masticating aileron
An oxymoron, wherever it begins
There with him solace levitating besides his yellow wings
From there it speaks with its harrowing presence
Not a voice nor a sound but only a sightly sign
His freedom brims, his body tucks into itself
For flesh is weak that no freedom shall abide
A prison yet still even including his masticating aileron
An oxymoron, wherever it begins
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