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let me never forget

these words, here,
they serve me well

of course,
i would be overjoyed
if someone other than me
found a use for them

but truly
it matters not

i see it now
as one single picture

these words
are my altimeter

like sam lowry
i'm high above the clouds


my wings
forged in fire
born out of torment
are golden, pure,

from these heights
i can see
the past,
the present,
the future,
and for the first time ever
it begins to make a little sense

(i'm flying...)

© 2004 (15 april) john r. chase

yeah, you're right, larry, it is about time...