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I am a sun-stained Icarus
I am a sun-stained Icarus The sun goes stagnant Basking on monoliths Staining the skin. People begin to swarm like fire ants in the mid-summer heat. Idyllic in its monotony Great fire in the sky Burning holes in my back. Yet I am hurtling towards the sun. Bird of paradise held captive in my arms. Its feathers bound With molten wax. I begin to fall Euphoric tears on my tongue. I am a sun-stained Icarus. Let it be known: I fell smiling. I have escaped this modern age isle of Crete.
I am a sun-marked Icarus
The sun stops moving Resting on big rocks Coloring the skin.
People start to gather like fire ants in the hot summer.
Calm in its sameness Big fire in the sky Making holes in my back.
Still, I am rushing towards the sun.
A beautiful bird held tight in my arms. Its feathers tied With melted wax.
I start to fall Happy tears on my tongue. I am a sun-marked Icarus.
Let everyone know: I fell with a smile. I have left this modern world island of Crete.