He briefly reflect on how,
hovering at the edge
He'd never felt more vibrant in his life.
Without a second thought he wrapped his fist round the wire
And plunged in
Is this flying of falling?
I always thought I'd know the difference
Her's was the moon
Glowing, quiet, soft caress
But she bade the oceans move
Undeniable
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