A dream of flight.
March 15th, 2003
To fly, like Icarus
Lifted above the world on wings of wax
Spinning in loops around the sun
Climbing up beyond the clouds
To laugh in the faces of
All the astonished, idiot gods
Men have ever fettered themselves with
I would die like Icarus
And not fear the closing of the cold sea
Having known the freedom of the sky.