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What did it mean to fly?

A tremor in your soul

To resist the dull insistence of gravity

Upward bound, trees fly

To meadows and the fields

And the border is a simple line of hills

Did you come uncoiled

Between heavens and the Earth

Whisper nonsense into your radio?

Now afternoons you seldom move

Grounded to a little bit of earth

And after all, time barely crawls

Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks

What did it mean to fly

When you were bound to the Earth?

A release from the humid press of days

Now afternoon air hardly moves

I wonder how you make it through each day

And after all, time barely crawls

Unoccupied, between each breath it sticks

What did it mean to fly?

A tremor in your soul

To resist the dull insistence of gravity

What did it mean to you?

An airy chat with death

To pull your body for a moment from your soul

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