This is flight.
Soaring, plunging, spinning and turning.
Lighter, evaporate in air,
I cease to exist, I am light.

Rhythm elates me, spins me, holds me,
Makes me spit laughter in delight.

Breath quivers,
Held slave to the motion,
Soul crumples,
In thrall to this siren.

My heart and head are led tumbling
On a wheeling mystical ocean.

I cry. Shaking tears
Full of lovely, lonely tragic nights.

Life repeats back through distant time.
Each beat of time, a life of experience.
Moments of infinite. Infinite moments.
The beginning and ending of the fight.

This is light.