I am exultation.
I have wings.
I am above
the floor of my life
looking down
with a smile
on the inevitable,
the pictures in black and white
which try to penetrate
my airspace
but there is no way
anymore -
I have gained lore,
have gained
so much
that I rise in the air
without help.
I can do this
myself now.
I don't have the need
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