I'm light as a hollow-boned bird
Floating
Over misty forests & mossy glades
Where innocent brooks murmur
Like dragonfly wings.
Soaring
Higher through the tenuous clouds,
To where the air is thin,
I flame through the atmosphere,
Bursting into mute space,
Purified & refined.
Then drifting higher still,
Through a nimbus of stardust
Glittering across the universe on a cosmic wind,
Past countless galaxies that
Bloom in plumes
& spirals of expanding light,
Until I reach the end,
Where time is measured by the
Beat of angel wings.
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Those same hollow bones that lighten a bird, skeleton for flight were probable recycled after death as flutes played by primordial humans.