Lucero's Wing

I fly until I land

However harsh the consequence

I resort to flight nevertheless

If I were meant to fly, I would still land

Would this not connote the contrary

If I were to take (flight) as a winged

Would a plummet not be feasible within means

It is these musings in which I find inescapable pleasure and understanding under this interpretation of Gaia’s rule

To the eye her rulings seem finite

To the pupil even the bestowal of this awareness provides possibly of an infinite nature

As an awareness longing too seek understanding, I make one’s devotion to avoid the plummet to pursue reason

I fly nevertheless