When the wings falter,
And landscape is no longer scanned,
When we forget to fly,
Every step is planned.

When the flight fails,
And we are forced to land,
We dance with our heavy bodies.
Every step is planned.

Take it up with the sun,
Complain, at once, to the moon.
Say goodbye to the sky.
You’ll be dancing soon.

Famous for the moment,
Perfumed and grinning and tanned,
You found art in your foot.
Every step is planned.

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