Mostly a vision,
A speck in the heavens,
Near imperceptible swirling
about
In an ocean of blue and
white,
Riding the currents,
Filling its sails with
billowy wisps
Of nothing and everything
In perfect repose.
Gliding in circles,
All seeing,
All seeking,
All waiting to dive
With the swiftness of
lightning
To capture
To crush
To devour with delight,
Then once sated,
Wants abated,
To rise again,
To soar.
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