I went flying.

Last night,

Up in the clear blue.

Hovering over earth and land

Like a bird,

But with a sense of awe they cannot share.

I went flying.

Lake Michigan

Shimmers in the sun.

It is still my favorite place

On earth,

And maybe more beautiful seen from the air.

I went flying.

Warm sun,

Sinking toward horizon,

And Satan's lies pulled down by gravity

To death,

And truth remains, flying high, flying free.

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