I was blissfully soaring high,

Wrapped In wings

Leaping wild, star to star.

Painting the sky with supernovas

Bursting, brilliant.

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Riding the wave with everyone else,

Burning both ends

Feathers bloomed, destined to crumble

My Freefall tumble from silent clouds

Crashing, sinking.

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The ground rose to meet me.

It held me there.

As a tired blackness captured the sky.

My lows are so much worse than the highs.

Swing low, evermore.