The sun is above and the sea below.
And Daedalus, the dream, leads on.
It could be leading you to Elysian Fields -
Or back to the labyrinth.
It blinds one to reality.
The salt of the sea burns the eyes -
Too close. Limbs stretch upward to the sun.
Tendons grow taut, then slack.
And the glory of the sun obliterates Daedalus,
Signal as he will. The future is ashes now.
Hypnotic power of heat, power to give life,
And to take it back.
Pain, searing through all.
The sea looms close.
Feathers drift upon a wind,
Unheeded,
And the dream flies on, seeking another dreamer.
Wisdom never forgets the dream.
And yet, can we ever hope to find
The middle ground between
The leaden moisture of melancholia
And the frenzy of joy,
So that sanity's wax does not melt,
And scatter the feathers
Of the wings of our minds?

exact date unknown - probably late 1970s

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