Flyer's Myth

What might one feel, who once flew high
Burned and broken
Fallen to the ground

Among those who crawl —
What might such a one feel
When he must prove to crawlers
That he had once flown
That he has seen the whole world of crawling
From the skies

But why must he prove such a thing
To crawlers
They cannot grant him flight
Nor would they wish to hear
The visions he carries within

He can grow no new wings
Nor can he forget that he flew
With no refuge among crawlers
And no desire to become one
What can such a one do —
When he must live upon the ground
Where even to exist
He must seek crawlers’ permission
To crawl

What crawlers’ call
The flyer’s myth
Is, for the fallen — the returned —
An exile
From both sky and the ground