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The idiot walks along a canvas.
Sunday rendezvous; Mister Phobia.

"Maybe, today, fear will go away. I'll fly."

A gruesome rain, a seraph wailing.
Flapping madly, shaking on the wing.

"Listen, my friend, never look down from the cliff."
"Take care, beware! Do try to catch the eclipse."

Obsession, the will to fly.
(It would be nice.)
Still, a nagging doubtful mind.
(It will be fine.)
Straight ahead half luna shines.
(Now is the time.)

Here comes darkness.
Distanced from above.
Bold emptyness.
Omniscient fog.

Up on the edge.
Ready! One, two...go!
Rat or Angel.
Does one really now?

Obsession, the will to fly.
(It would be nice.)
Still, a nagging doubtful mind.
(It will be fine.)
Straight ahead half luna shines.
(Now is the time.)

Up on the edge.
Ready! One, two...go!
Rat or Angel.
Does one really now?

The idiot walks along a canvas...

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