this thick air, these wings, almost lift me --
can I touch soft clouds, know the sky?
soar in darkest night, where stars can see
this hard earth, these feet, each n'every step --
can I walk in mud, know I'm clay?
sink in darkest loam, where worms have wept
this deep water, these eyes, look'n all 'round --
can I watch the wave, feel the sea?
dive in darkest blue, where whales make sound
this ghost fire, these thoughts, burn inside me --
can I yearn passion, sear'd as light?
rise in darkest smoke, where sparks are free
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