I lift myself up,
up, up, up, and away,
flying higher than high,
and, somehow, it is done without
trampling on anyone. Yes, it is possible
to fly unaided. And, unbolstered by your
underpinnings, by your transient base of ashes,
I soar, on and on, soaring into infinity, everlasting and
feeling, at last, but not for the last time, just feeling – real fine!
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Image by kandhal keshvala from Pixabay
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