Review:
Okaay.

Wings.

Lately I have been fascinated by wings.
Wings, wings of wings, wings on wings of wings,
you know, right?
Their structure,
their means of lift,
their measure in glide,
the abrupt halt!
Cessation created at will.

The will to be set free,
as in to be released into the cosmic realm where reality and logic pose no barrier,
where frictionless space allows for the essential and deliberate freedom to absorb,
to be liberated from the crude shackles of earthly convention and the short sightedness of the mundane,
to suffer no self imposed nor subjective hypocritical pre judgement,
to see the thought before the sight is real to the eyes,
to become an interdimentional being,
and then for this state to propagate.
but I digress.

Ahhh.
Wings.

Thank you kind Separated,
I needed that.

Peace.