tiptoed
between camouflaged
barracks
and construction pines.
found the edge
and took
the last leap of
faith freedom.
proud blue water
lonely
slowing sky
thousand feet up
bird's feet
facing the sun.
feathers
on black fire
we die-ve together
in pinpoint tornado.
when i think
of birds i melt
together
so diving
living
with a liquid
spirit
i landed like a thousand
gleaming drops
of selfless fresh
water.
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