Icaré
I
don’t know what I don’t know,
the
sun rides at me now
on
this eternal day
I
feel hot wax
between
body and spirit
burning
life away
I
can’t know what I ask
for
to understand
an
answer
My
wings are burning
I
tumble through sky
to
pain
I know
my wings
touched
a heart
as
theirs touched mine
My
feathers do not drift
like
leaves but fall
like
stones
I
hear my father’s voice,
his
gentle guidance
as
I fall from grace
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