in the footless halls of air
all became clear
though mist and fog
muddled the slog
a streaking star at once illuminated
the half light and albeit brief
gave towards sight
of everlasting relief
with cupped hands and strained neck
each stroke furthered distance from the wreck
darkness given way to grey
such must be the way
onward upward onward
tumbling over thin crisp air
departure from all despair
vertigo lost in the sanctity of time
punching through into
the brilliance of the Divine
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From the footless halls of air … awesome
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