Sailing the shifting geographies of the sky,
I captain the wind. Travelling with the ocean within my wings,
scanning the churning seas, I defy its rearing cliffs,
bloated-bellied monsters, fly beneath their drool-dripping teeth;
all contained in my eyes, their heaving guts, I soar, glide and swoop,
pull the jewels from their pockets.
On flattened wings I sweep from the edges of continents;
pulling the tides in my wake; see the sun over the horizon and follow.
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