Last Flight

August 4, 2008
By Amanda Macfadden, Seattle, WA

Life is the ecstasy of soaring
To fly it to live as a cloud
Without substance and without being
Dissolved in molecules, fine as mist
Release yourself from earthly bonds
Burn your ties to the earth
As you wheel above
Your last care will end, finally
Your breath no longer matters
Air is thin
No time can be wasted on such a task
Your heart may grow weak
You energy seeping away as you dive
You plummet through the clouds
Notice not the damp and darkness
Plunge into the earth
Smile in the delight of living
Take joy in the last fly
The last moment of life is most precious

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