a precipice

on a precipice

the wings
of a white-breasted eagle
call to me

toes curl
into the earth
into the known

a warm wind
licks my tears
plays with my hair
whispers over my skin

i listen
and feel
what i cannot see:

yes

yes to the spark
deep in my belly

yes to the breath
that feeds the fire

until flames turn liquid
and burst into light

weightless, juicy
i become the flight

and finally release
the illusion

of every having carried
myself.

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