Scratching Stars. 

A dubious thought,

first molten, then wrought

of dull and cold Earth. 

Fluttering and high,

Icarian sigh,

of Reason? Wide berth.

But, oh, mere moment,

that sing-song torrent,

had me scratching stars.

Daedalus. Father. 

Wisdom? No bother.

Though I went too far. 

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