breaking the speed of sound
forest edge is like the end of the world
as sure as you step one foot inside
you will never be the same
what roams the perimeter can be
seen during twilight
eyes flickering like candle tips
tap-dancing to the wind
invisible hand latches onto yours
hurling you high above using
supernatural powers
and suddenly you are soaring
tall like the trees
headlong and arms outstretched
hellbent on breaking the barrier
october two thousand seventeen
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to dream of soaring like this means success in life.
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