You can gaze at the horizon hostilely,
but the Sun might gaze spitefully to you.
To think how a glimpse of his tails,
So perfervid
Could strike the clueless alate
Crash them seamlessly to the ashes of their graves.
To think that the Sun is there while we are here
and we seem to want to be closer, though cooler by second
Banish me from your filthy glasses of wine!
Banish me from these damped spaces
that felt no bear-footed shine!
Discard me from my right as human
To breathe your air and know true love!
To drink your waters and riddle your mazes!
From the shipwreck of the virgin hatches your flood
"So in this immensity my thinking drowns"
Said the mad man as the wave washed him over
"So in the name of God my father I'll fly!"
Said Icarus as he dived off the cliffs of Dover
His eyes wet of pride, the thirst of a pewit
Yearning for the gaze of the eagle
And as the horns break, blood of the bull on her dress
"In the name of Ariadne I'll die!"
The night flutters in, owls wailing for heaven in hell
But as the great bough of the Sequoia tilted
And the wild cats flew off its leaves
And the roots of the fern trees withered
There is the Sun cremating the wings of a dream
There floats the flaming bird Icarus
As high as the Sun, a spiteful look is what he gave
So the Falcon God played as the deuce
And the bird turned into ashes and into its grave.
(Inspired by "Flight of Icarus" from Iron Maiden)
