Destinations
Horizon heaves ahead, unfurls itself
like a banner.
Sky whorls blue promises, green fields
alight with anticipation.
Height is a new perspective, perspective
a green light.
Purpose revved, mind an accelerator.
From here, I can see for miles, I can see miles
rescind past, rebuild future, tally up
timid lives.
Feel the engine of my heart purr into
restart
as birds try out new wings alongside,
choppy helicopter propellers aflutter.
Road is a map. Road is a rolling story
of never-ending motion, a pledge
of forwards, a surge towards it
in yellow sprints.
At no fixed point does my soul reside;
wind in my wings, there is always
somewhere I will harken after.
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