transcend transcend 
and fly
the air is clear and 
bright feel me 
die to the moment 
the end, be outwith 
the pen, the awful 
constriction of the 
real, fly fly 
in the air, reel, reel 
the moment in 
feel it burn of the 
brain here 
but gone - 
freedom with 
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