Icarus Returns

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

but miles away
the melting touch
of gods

Taken by man-wings
to our fall –
from there

Expulsions –
but unashamed –
now suited
and strapped

to a sown-remedy –
for us – The Fallen –
open parachutes
our strung indemnity


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