Scratching Stars 

A dubious thought,

first molten, then wrought

of dull and cold Earth.

Fluttering and high,

Icarian sigh,

of Reason? Wide berth.

But, oh, mere moment,

that sing-song torrent,

had me scratching stars.

Daedalus. Father.

Wisdom? No bother.

Though I went too far.

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