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l feel the taste of victory in my eyes;

Riding over the block, I will fly;

Up into the skies, transcendently,

As if making love, as if kissing the moon;

I will leap, blooded, over murderous obstacles;

l will embrace, flying, victory in the high skies

And death will be beaten back, allowing vision

Into depths of translucent sky, sun-filled, and blue.


Cloudsley, Tim, MA; British independent academic researcher and writer, poet, essayist, and short story writer resident in Colombia; formerly lecturer in Sociology at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh, Scotland.

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