I wonder if Icarus,
Ever realised
That he'd really
well and, truly,
Fucked up.

Did he panic when sun's relentless rays
Whipped liquid lashes of molten wax
Across his cracked and naked back?

Or was that drowned in cascade of
Adrenaline pumped sweat,
Screaming
Higher,
Faster,
Further.

As cyclones of raw air
Spun down the corridor
Of his breathless, weightless being
Propelling him forward
Waltzing with fate.

Did he start to scream in horror
As his woven feathers betrayed him
And his heart leapt into his mouth
Plummeting in a nose-dive terminal speed
Back to the town which he plotted to leave all his life.

I think he spiralled down wingless and wide eyed
Cracked lips blaring a boundless smile
Having peaked inside the Olympus
With his heads about the cloud
Higher than any mortal ever dared.

Greatful to have gazed the sun
Ready to return home
Like a comet from heaven
Departing his final orbit
Shining even in the daylight
For dreamers below
Who dared look above.


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