Becoming Air

Pride leapt like lightning,all jagged will and white desire,splitting heavennot to praise itbut to possess. It wrote its name in fireacross the ribs of the sky,boasted for one terrible instant,and in that instantbegan to fall. For what exalts itselfbecomes heavy.What curls inwardbecomes stone.What will not bowmust break.

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