The Skyward Orange Highway

Who would know the sky if they can only see the clouds
Soaring higher in flight in melodramatic motion
Evanescence fluidity and imperfection all flow into presence of yourself

Expurgation , Disappearing vanishing
Recrudescence in ignominy
Like Icarus in the sun wax melting on aegis wings an arcana shining brightly in a flashing moment of brilliance