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[sid] => 17305
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => My Final Flight
[time] => 2003-05-09 16:05:00
[hometext] => just what it says. learning to fly. sorta
[bodytext] => need to feel the wind tonight
gave up on the stars, though they shine so bright feeling the depth of winter's last bite preparing for flight all my desires, bled deep and swallowed every dream dead, just like always at the end of this journey lies everything i've ever needed driving to my runway my body hums with anticipation cut myself tonight, for strength the scars would be beautiful but, i guess i'll never know at my runway, the cliff winter kisses my face with her ice and i smile at the dying world below they'll never know what they've lost ready to fly arms stretched wide, as if i expected to soar my grin turns to laughter though my tears still fall i'm right behind them learning to fly falling so fast my mind is a blank if only i could have known such clarity before i wouldn't have to fly away embracing the fall the gulls and stars, sole witnesses to my triumph my target grows near my landing looms like the open maw of hell denying my wings all sorrow left at the cliff's ledge with identification and a note with no words all regret blown away by the sigh of mourning winter as another of her children gives himself over to the deeper darkness the endless cold the final freeze seconds before impact the sea opens beneath me and i sink to unprobed depths swallowed by the cleanser of tears the sea closes once more and i am no more this boundless tomb hurls my moon-thrown shadow back to land it bursts into a murder of ravens who flap madly towards unreachable horizons like blood stains on the moon their wings scar the unblinking eye of night and i am at peace the gulls still fly the stars still shine my witnesses, unmoved by my fearless flight, move on as though it were all a dream and i have flown to an aborted tomorrow [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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