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07.13.08 / 7:23 pm

sometimes, i recognize my body as a charm:
knock three times before each takeoff,
three times again when i am healthy,
just for luck.

in the heat, i forget my passion,
content to watch the passing of my time;
clustered symphonies of instruments,
waiting for a meter and a rhyme.

i remember, now, the magic,
i am reacquainted with the truth;
every takeoff brings the landing,
all luck aside, life is renewed.

it is the sound of strings in deepest night,
the memory of flying without wings.