Icarus’ Chariot

I am weary of the warrior’s apotheosis.

I am weary of cliché

which hold truth and intangibility.

I could call myself a realist;

My feathers would melt like wax.

But you will finish what you began.

I am clay-like,

And with earth you establish kingdoms.

We are the creatures chasing the wind.

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