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He stood on the cliff edge

wind braiding his silence into the sky

below

a restless ocean of faces

eyes like broken mirrors

each reflecting a different hunger

world is such a beautiful place my dear friends

his voice drifted

not spoken

but released

why carry the dust of hate

why stitch betrayal into your own skin

why carve storms inside a body made for sunrise

the crowd shifted

a trembling forest of doubt

roots tangled in centuries of fear

and then

he let go

not falling

but unfastening from gravity

for a moment

time forgot its duty

he became a question

hovering between earth and forever

and the crowd

they did not cheer

they did not scream

they watched

as hope

that fragile reckless bird

learned again

how to fly