Above the quilted patchwork
We fall upon the Earth
Like sunshine—arching, laughing
Breathing in the quick air and becoming
(Screaming from the top of life)
Angels borne on wings
Of true gravity
Under the endless blue
Canopy of morning—adrenalized
Yet dozing in the brief luxury of being
Too alive to worry of things such as dying
It is for the heavy
Who never learn
To fly
Román Leão 
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