can you imagine Daedelus as I can
watching his son
first lean into his wings and
point into the sun
do you think for even a moment
the old man whispered encouragement
higher, my boy, fly higher
don't stay down here as I've done
i think i hate it like i do
because it's banging rocks together
for the thrill of the sound, not
climbing them or watching them with your slow looking palms or
allowing them, and thus finding that
they're able,
to speak
