Icarus

Photo by Mishal Ibrahim on Unsplash

The sea is filled with endless bodies
Bound together by one goal:
To breach the waves and keep momentum
Up until the sun.

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For a chance
One must first swim
then drown

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//be born again//

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Swim
then fly and reach the sun
To coil around and then to claim it
Just to burn and be forgotten.

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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.

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And so they’ve stopped breaching the sea
and learned how not to drown.

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Now, they sit beneath the waves,
curled up around an image
that will burn them ever slightly;
but will never do them whole.