She slithers, she slides,
in her own world she glides.
Afloat, adrift,
her spirits in a lift,
She stands she hovers,
two miles in the air,
the glare
The sun, the warmth,
the fun
No noise no talk,
no other being there to gawk
To stare to hate, no trade,
no give nor take
No seclusion
No intuition
No guide
To abide
No sense of time
No bounds
no line
No cause nor effect
No swords or spears,
anymore to deflect
She glides, she falls,
she tumbles, she lolls
She awakes on the floor
There is no open sky anymore
Still vaguely she smiles
no lies
she spreads her wings
unbelievable!
Her head spins
A leap, a plunge
No rethought, the lunge
Arise spirit,
you’ve taken flight
Fly away, dear old spirit,
towards that bright blinding light.
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