Privilege's Plunge
Most of what I've learned is that I was wrong...
Torrents of sweat drip down my face and chest.
From this high climb, the sea looks flat below.
A young eighteen, I’m straight and white and blessed
and as naive to this as I’m aglow
with future prospects limitless and grand.
A distant shantytown on the far beach
makes a spot on the horizon’s white sand.
I take no notice; it’s beyond my reach.
And in my limitless ignorance leap
far out into empty space before me.
No thought to consequences I might reap.
A stupid boy whose stupid dreams are free.
In pantomime of hazard, I play bold.
Absent gravity, waves are merely cold.
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Emile Bienert
I am probably not a wizard.
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