I am the solemnity of all albatross
looking to empathically fly
in the constancy
of an orgasmic wherewithal sky
to be then of the spirit
beyond the compress and compromise
of wing against wind
appeasement into flight
to seek out celestials
as an ongoing operative
beyond the prayer of thermals
above the anointed sainthood
of an oceanic view
where blue is the constancy
of my soulful song
and the universe is its mouth
melodically forthcoming
sacred murmur is in my bloodstream
ever the streaming
as freely is to flow
for then,
I whisper into the void
feel for the body-heat of nothingness
to arise,
for paradox has this poignancy
to give me a euphoric sense of horizon
for flying into the full emptiness
of its smile . . .
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