The higher you soar, the harder you fall

And this height was lofty indeed

Icarus, you flew too near the sun

Now wingless, you are earthbound

Face in the dirt, as low as you can go

Maybe you should stay there

Burrow in, disappear

Prostrate yourself, eat dust and die

Ground receive you, earth devour you

None to mourn you, food for worms


It’s time to rise

foolish to grovel so long on the ground

Dust yourself off, look around

And up, up, at the stars you touched

Wheel turns, world turns,

cycle begins again, the old made new

For you have been in this dust before

You have touched those stars and will do so once more

And slowly, slowly you begin again

To shape the wings with which to fly.

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