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[soy_lecithin]

touching the sky,
yet so far from the sun.
still like icarus,
i plummet to the ground.
my wax wings are wilting.
and my dry hands are weathered,
and there is not much time.
so i'm falling and calling,
and tripping over you.
submerged in oceanic despair,
you are the gull to swoop me up,
and carry my further forward.
it beguiles me why when facing
so much we still hold strong
the fish in your bill
cannot do much
but thank you.