Defiance!
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Eric Cockrell
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standing on the cliff's edge,
we look down through clouds
to the jagged rocks below.
wings scorched, flying too
close to the sun....
eyes stinging with the dust
of a thousand worlds
that have come and gone...
sweat glistening on the marks
and bruises left by struggle.
the stink of fear clutching
at our throats, heavy on our chests...
we stare into each other's eyes,
without a word, join hands,
and make the leap....
flying, or falling....
as one!
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