When a bird is skimming the waves for a fish
it is like you, swimming against waves for a dive
for a shot of life exposed to self strife
for that huge lift upon the blue heaven
as if you just escaped the nine-eleven
with your lucky number seven
trial and error, go for that bit
until you can handle it,
just beat that daemon
and become a man....................
again and again, and again! M
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