the precipice of caution

clinging to the edge
of the precipice of caution
I looked once again above
the open space was made of freedom
filled in with the particles of love

why is flying so frightening?
I thought and felt pain
walking on the clouds
sliding down the sunbeams
canโ€™t make us feel secure
but is there anything that can?

the fear of hurt
is like a dust on our lungs
it hinders the breathing in
but it is there either we fly
or we land
unless the armor is dropped

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