Before the diagnosis
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She sits at the end of her horizon
legs dangling over Her flat earth precipice
Her inspiration is a weighty wheeze
She enlists the idea of free fall
She spreads her wings and….Geronimo!!!
She is rolling and cresting
A wave to her fans and a cool breeze
A slow waltz on a draughty whiff of the wind
She is free to move her bodies burdens
Past her second shadow
where the muddling moon leads her
beyond the island and wetlands
She whispers her wimpy howl
And begins her moving parts
she conquers her throne
Under the void there is a long haul of hours
Until the deed is done.
Until the night is won!