Airborne

 
 
    Ran a race — was it exhilarating!
    Ran through space — marking only time.
    Felt the wind rushing through me,
    my footfalls singing out a rhyme.
    Hoorah!  Hoorah!  I race exultant.
    My body free, assured, attune.
    Soaring, singing — ah, the ecstasy.
    As natural as the sun and moon.
    I can manufacture energy,
    burning oils of pure desire. 
    I can overtake pull of gravity
    — reaching, growing higher, higher.
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