Painting and Verse by Abe V Rotor
"I'm Icarus - which way should I go -
fly into the light of the sun,
from the bowels of the earth?"
"Just don't look up, or look down,
follow the feathered kind, my son."
Helios waits for the bold,
and below Vesuvius of old.
Silence, but the searing heat
and Daedalus' lament. ~
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