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[fledgist]

the light catches us but we are not yet aware
of what it is we need or where we want to go
the day is bright the images are spare
we seem to feel yet do not seem to know
what we are meant to do on this bright day
the acts that make us more than what we are
knowledge that leads us finally to the way
following the newest brightest distant star
further than this our arms will never reach
we learn to speak and then we read our words
just beyond our vision lies the longest beach
and on the sand there walk the wading birds
the things we've done and those we're left to do
fade as we look out on the loud active blue