13 August 2010

Flight: A Poem

To fly is a strange and mysterious thing.
Man presumes to have found its secrets
To have pulled back the veil
Revealing the simple man behind the wizard
But there is more to a miracle
Than what the eyes can tell.

To fall is no such mystery.
It is a common and effortless act
The true simplification, however,
Is that faith is not required for one to fall.

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