Ah breath swallow swallow that wonderful billow buffeted brawl of air yeah out my window what a morning and noone awake or is it still yesterday I have not slept I do not know I only know the image of icarus rising rising rising straining to perfection that is the symbol there it is and you know your mind which perceives the flight and the rise and the strain and the touch almost that is a totally different world to your mind which can understand the burning and the fall and the disappointment and the fall and plunge and the sigh there you have it on the one side of the universe an inhalation on the other an exhalation it is always there expectation and disappointment desire and disappointment ideal and reality up and down like the sea and the wings and there somewhere in the wreathing writhing squall there are storm petrels now fighting for their lives and going at it hard
7:58 31 Jan ‘08
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