I have been made an Icarus before
Though I thought I had heeded Dædalus well
And it is summer even now
The hot sun pulling close as
Æstas dances across the
Swelling limsetone hills
And the winds blow to buoy me up
Higher although I am dragging an
Anchor of heavy steel long rusted from
Being sunk in salty waters
And I dare not let it go
Yet
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