Escape Velocity

 

 

 

 

RRRRRunning–Spinning–  rising to fly, to reach

and conquer the sky, the rooftops, the treetops,

outside city crowds.

To elevate,

escape gravity.

Ascend beyond all those petty groundling woes and fears.

Climb past the clouds,

among stars and moonbeams.

Steer to view

celestial omens extolled in fantasies.

Zooming through tickly, teasing, laughing ecstasy.

Catching up to steep snow peaks.  Peering in lighthouse windows.

Prancing gaily so many feet above fields and roads,

glancing below — can’t catch me

not you dour, sour, 

glum-faced cons down on the street.

Learning to fly, to soar, to race up high

where I can see for miles, 

and miles recede.

Learning to say no to ordinary normality

and break free.

Learning to say yes to magic, and make magic me.

Spinning–running–dancing–flying

unlike anything before.

Learning to break out of bounds and take in more

Ain’t nobody gonna tell me I can’t fly.

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