Speak to me
about the son of Daedalus
who tasted upon his lips
her freedom
and upon his eyelids
her warmth
Speak to me
about his wings that gave in
plunged him, watched his being
shatter as it struck sea
his delirious soul, drunk on innocence
on sin
Speak to me
about my pristine self
as my back meets the harness
and my new wings
as I stand on the edge,
as the Sun beckons
freedom
