Clear vision of motion
turning to the morning sun.
Flashing images, dark and light shifting shuttered scenes.
Softly smoothed silhouettes
inhaled with every breath.
Tips softly chatter ironing irregularities.
Shadows cast, flickering
frames of scrolled nature.
Freedom's eager escape.
Rushing effortless motion.
Lazy trail spewing frozen wake
torque, tilted opposing weight. Sharp edges holding rhythms
Stretched torso securely extended,
Embracing crystal harmony.
Gravity released, floating upward
body ballet of splendid spirits.
Momentarily air independent
now denizens of winged flight.
Above the world below.
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