August 4, 2025 – the wind

Look

I am feather upon the wind

Drifting with the currents

Now high and into the sun

Now diving desperately down

Into the dank, black valleys

Where no shadow dwells

For all is captive darkness;

Would that i could

Surf the climes between the two

Wherein light and dark

Are both in view

To take control

And glide the places I choose,

What a thing this would be

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