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I soar above tree fingers

and spread the heart against sun breath

high above the smoke of whispers

from the clumps and clogs of earth borne dreams - never rising - daring, but resent

my dance - my music - my words - my art

borne of wind - sustained by wind - perpetuated by wind

that calls with muffled voice far off

suddenly surrounds and bears me up

for this is what I am

and here I seek it’s calling - challenge – coming,

but though higher than the eagle’s glint

turbulence - wind sheer throws me down

gravity pulls - wind pulls, but tree fingers will not let go

what of string?

All the other children are playing and laughing in the breeze

while tree fingers will not release me

Oh, come to me my string

make me free to become all that I am

and I for you

all the pleasure of the firmament - patience of the planet

Love - I am kite and you are string

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