Breathe
Holding your breath
While at the ledge
Where there is doubt
The questions grow ponderous
Like fantastical
gargoyles
With heavy and immotile
wings
Sitting in flightless
posture
Peering down into the
nothingness
Seeking the grounded notions
of where
Waiting time’s slice of
when
While the immenseness of
the open air
Offers answers in the friction
of flight
Where stone wings will turn
into feathers
Una escala para cada ala’
Now, breathe and let fly...
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