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Sonnet: Icarus on a Walkabout
by John Kendall Hawkins
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I've been thinking that it's time I got off the grid.
I need one last walk upon the face of our Earth.
A chance to stretch my legs under the sun's glad hearth --
old true Sol, the only god we've ever needed.
I'll walk until I reach the end of my time here;
until I find -- stumble across amor fati,
entwined in interpenetrating samadhi,
diffused, suffused, transfigured, and released from fear.
If I could do it over again (might have to),
I'd come back a photosynthetic humanoid,
self-sufficient, apolitical -- sun uncloyed
pulsing in my green blood -- pure ichor oozing through.
They say, Earth abides and, no matter Brueghel's Fall,
will go on spinning, blue and green, and never stall.
