Waiting to fly

 

Waiting To Fly

 

The pressure is stronger

and the breath quick and short.

The ages, contracted,

in new timelines resort.

 

The tension in planets, 

the expansion in Sun,

flitting rainbows in flashes,

shift in poles seem all done.

 

In the North is too cold,

in the South too hot.

Butterflies to extinction

deadly weapons have dropped.

 

Yes, the ages are pressing,

for the Jump is to make!

Our belts we all fasten

through the straits of the drake.

 

When hits final Momentum?

When Great Day gives a cry?

O, how eons we wandered,

to take wing and to fly!

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