Flight

Transform all limbs into wings.

The metaphorical

The metaphysical

The spiritual creed that is so universally desired

The freedom to escape and to experience Away

The way of living, the operation therein, and

the gentle repitition of one's stretched span flapping against Wind

Not repitition of leather on backs

Nor the metronome of abusive orders

Or the tick tock that consume the minds who don't have the luxury to

think about anything but time:

Time to escape

Time to explore

Time to fly

I'll be first class and bring everyone with me

Everyone has their own jetpacks

Their own wings

Their own freedom to transform into

the metaphysical

the metaphorical

transform all limbs into wings.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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