she is

empty floating feeling randomly calm but without control whisked by
the slightest 

never flying yet never landing
feeling the push and pull on her ambivalent limbs
caught and released by the wind,
the Breath,
the Voice,
the Sound,
the Thought.

viewing, watching, drifting, until the wind is gone and the wish is
gone and the thought is gone and the voice is gone and her eyes are
closed and her wings detach.

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