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If Daedalus had a daughter

When no excuse suffices,
and there is nowhere to hide,
when distraction and diversion no longer work
and the moon grows transparent as sealing wax
casting its pale light on the frail fabric on your arms,
when you have no place to fly, no safe haven,
the wind is quiet, and
the only audible sounds are your labored breathing
and the muffled flapping of your wings,
you suddenly dive with wild abandon,
losing reason to black rage,
seeking to destroy the very thing
you cannot live without.

April 14, 2009   Comments Off on If Daedalus had a daughter