Icarus

Pour sugar into the crevices of my soul

And let the dogs lick clean my wounds.

Will they fester and turn my blood sour

Or will they give birth to a novel bacteria

That can set my soul free of these binds?

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I am bound, there is no mistaking it.

Secured to a concrete slab with chains

Lest I don't become another Icarus.

My feathers are stuck together with blood.

Bones stick out from my wings.

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I'll rip my ankle off trying to fly away.

Passing within inches of the sun is worth

The fall back to the Earth, the ocean, the sea.

Let me go, let me fly, let me fall.

Then you may coat my bones in sugar.

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Once I am dead, burned and soaked like Icarus,

Then you may dip me into the syrup of lies,

Lay me out to dry and harden in the sun

And prop me up as a warning to never dream

But for now, let me fly, let me fly, let me fly.