Icarus Returns

I flew over
our earth,
on the same day
as Mr. Peake,

but miles away,
without
the melting touch
of gods.

Taken by man-made wings
to our fall,
from there,
above.

Expulsions,
but unashamed,
now suited
and strapped

to a sown-remedy;
for us, The Fallen,
open parachutes –
our indemnity.

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