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I Am Flying
He thought about how
He learned to fly,
Spinning, spinning,
Always to the right,
Spinning, spinning,
Until
He blended with
The light,
The possibilities
Endless,
No one believed
It then,
No one believed
It now,
He just continued
Flying,
Is he sleeping
Or is he dead?
I think he’s sleeping,
No, my body’s sleeping,
My soul, my spirit,
I am flying.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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