Icarus
The sea is filled with endless bodies
Bound together by one goal:
To breach the waves and keep momentum
Up until the sun.
For a chance
One must first swim
then drown
//be born again//
Swim
then fly and reach the sun
To coil around and then to claim it
Just to burn and be forgotten.
Yet through the aeons
Some have figured
That a better way to burn
Is to stare at the reflection of a rippled and wet sun.
And so they’ve stopped breaching the sea
and learned how not to drown.
Now, they sit beneath the waves,
curled up around an image
that will burn them ever slightly;
but will never do them whole.