I swing between heaven and earth,
on the finest line
between lucidity and dreaming.
Sometimes I take a leap into the void
and 3 giant steps,
so I can gain momentum again
and fly.
Sometimes the launch fails.
The jumping force is not trained.
I’m still working on it.
Other times I fly …
It’s just air, air, and fire
and the blue of the sea
and of heaven.
Just air, air, and fire …
No trace of land.
