this thick air, these wings, almost lifting me --
can I touch soft clouds, know the sky?
soar in darkest night, where only stars can see
this heavy earth, these feet, each n'every step --
can I walk in mud, discovering I'm clay?
sinking into darkest loam, where only worms have wept
this deep water, these eyes, always looking around --
can I watch the wave, feeling the sea?
dive into darkest blue, where only whales make sound
this ghostly fire, these thoughts, burning inside me --
can I yearn with passion, searing into light?
rising into darkest smoke, where only sparks are free
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