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The twenty-second floor,
the skyscraper rooftop, cannot go higher on foot,
glancing down at the minute underworld,
ants and toy cars scattered around aimlessly
- now he will fly over them, spreading his arms
(he doesn't have any wings) and preparing
only to go higher (he cannot go back in time)
making sure the world will only get smaller
by his perpetual rising -
Icaros came to a rather nasty fall some time ago,
it was all over the news - "WAX MELTS BY SUNLIGHT!" -
but no one really cared about the little boy's fate
- a sacrifice in the name of science -
The grown-up Icaros does not use waxed wings anymore,
having learnt from his (father's) mistakes, and relies on nothing
but himself. This time, there's no way of stopping his flight
to the sun.