TAKE OFF
Tomorrow night I'll fly: till then they're furled,
my feathered arms with their new elbows, bent
for lift and strong propulsion. Muscles deep
inside my breast have thickened: when I leap
forwards and upwards, they will beat assent
to my dark voyage round the tilting world.
Who am I that my sleep has sculpted wings,
pinions and aerofoils, geometry
to vary with the air? You find me strange,
old friend, I've lost you on the winds of change.
We are all different now and no body
stays grounded after years of moonlighting.
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