Icarus, later

In the years that passed
since I fell to earth
I have counted
lost feathers, wax drops,
days shivering 
in the aftermath, the
closeness to the sun
is a two-edged sword:
Even now I yearn 
for melting in the heat
of bare intensity,
the gravity of unexpected consequences
ignored, as usual.


 Jonathan Bohrn (2006) ("Left  of the Afternoon")
 
the closeness to the sun is a two-edged sword
Icarus attributed to Friso Geerlings

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