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Catching The Limits by Curtis M. Joseph
"Catching the Limits"
Peering from the cliffs the eagle sorrows downwards, in a swirl of delirium.
Crossing through the face of the mirror that haunts it's reflection.
Gasping the wind does to breathe within it's wings, as it claps upon it's words.
Climb, climb the aviator reaches to the pillows of white.
With arms spread out it grabs hold, suspending in the animated heavens.
The glint in the golden orbs reflects upon the blue plains.
Dive he will, dive to the abyss of the canyons.
With the cunning ness of his nature and measureless sight, he further faces the limits he dares.
Chase the winds, ride her chariots, plunge in the pursuit.
The abyss of his imagination and mission of flight, he stays above to dwell.
The horizon sees him.
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