Uncertain Impetus

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original digital art
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@d-pend

It is good that we fly,
said she.
It is right that our wings unwind.

I obliged with a launch from moderate pace
and the land set into a blur.
I could not but guess what carried me thence.

Was it fire,
lightning or her?

Art & poem
by @d-pend
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10/23/18