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PostPosted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 10:06 pm
by Saturn

A gossamer thread
But silken smooth;
Too slack by far. I
Clung like lichen
To a cresting bow,

A lifeline in dark.
No Jason I but an
Icarus so blinded
By a shining smile
My palms burned,

Wings melted with
Gazing, oh too long,
Sightless, and a fool
That glimpses at his
Eclipse and laughs.