This body in which I live has ripened to maturity
Once supple flesh strains against the yoke of time
Outflowing years sculpt my well-seasoned visage
Every day I open my eyes is a good day
My essence is ever-reaching beyond this tangible frame
Entering the green tabernacle I unpack my kite soul
Folded within my chest
Unreel the golden heartstrings and soar
Carried aloft on spirit-wings
My elated soul reunites with the elemental
The air/my breath; the ground/my body; the sea/my blood
Restore the visceral kinship with divine genesis
The day will come, far in the future
When the golden thread snaps
And my kite soul will soar away
Into midnight blue infinity
C.E.Wheeler 
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