High Winds

I taste the air
Child of the High Winds
I smell the rawness around
Air, reeks of freedom
My insides, raw from the wrench
The pull, greater and violent
I taste the air.
Lover of the High Winds

I fly amongst the clouds
She catches up too
The spirits make love
For eyes are too busy
Loving each other
And lips are curved
Into warmest smiles.
Lovers of the High Winds

Standing high above
I taste the flavor
I breathe in the fumes
I paint the landscape
I count down the time.
Two Seconds
My life can end.
Two Seconds
My life can begin again.

I taste the air
For the first time
Since I closed the doors
And stood out
Against the illusory walls.

One step on the solid air
For the Air, I build.
Child of the High Winds
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