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Flight
2014-02-04

Is your skin porous
Sometimes I must trace its lines to be sure
Find again the telltale blemishes
The assurance of your humanity

In dreams I hover
Fourteen inches above the ground
Press forward and let the earth become a rushing blur

Can you see me then
Shifting my weight between worlds
Breaking and shattering into a thousand pieces
Hiding beneath the support of all things

Heat Courage
© 2013–2014 Mark Egli

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