THE OUTCOME IS
UNIMPORTANT
I can hang-glide with my dreams;
outcome unimportant as long as I
land? I notice too many things as
I descend back to earth: The skinned
cat comes out on the porch; the citadel
tower is leaning again; men are once
more marching, without orders. All
things run backwards on this way
down. Descent is what occurs
when one stops trying?
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