Being identical
I
am an eagle,
Flying
inside to land on myself,
I
know it makes little sense,
To
shred off my wings and claws,
And
stretch as much… to fall
Into
the abyss to be me!
All
this while I have been floating,
Looking
down on my preys;
Now
my hunger has frozen,
My
feathers detached,
Hang
on,
I
will come back in a while!
For
this moment let me
In
my land be,
And
see me fly,
I
am still floating…
Not
as an eagle alone.
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