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Feb 2010
I've got this.
I need nothing.  no help, no shove,
In any direction.
Relax.  the beast below has a weak grasp,
On the strong of heart.

I step off.
The ledge leaves me.  lost nerve, lost sight,
Of all planned action.
Relax. the wind whips by, then at last,
I spread my wings apart.
Written by
Alex Gebhart
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