icarus marks his face against groundbroken sorrows
pitting his taste against the useless and angelic
his dismissal of waxen play soldiers and clothes
regretfulness for sudden lacks of luxuriance
his genitals naked without robes
senselessness realized within its glorious wake
newly original stops
taken for granted for how they melt
happen stancing clearly into odd waters
fallen into foreign oceans
beguiling semblances of sky and of strong words
sentient transparency of wax and of oldfound thread
every ignorant of skies that cut all wings
perhaps each every icarus that tries