Maybe I Can Fly

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How might it feel
To climb high,
Over all mundane details
Of graveled life,
Over low-hanging clouds,
Stand on a ledge,
See tiny lives below,
Sparkly stars in the sky?
To stand above it all,
Petty loss and nagging pain,
Over money and grief and failure,
Grasp the Big Picture
Once and for all?

Would the sharp air
Bring clear insight?
Would it be possible,
In such a moment
Of wind-borne clarity,
To finally step 
Into the unknown,
To brave the void;
Surrender all
To seductive gravity,
And plunge into sleep?