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We are up and over the
bridge again
the strange flight
midair
in the air
suspended
and moving
and no outcome for certain.

The view is again
water
and the line of the island up to
the break
and the sea beyond
and then newly
the huge turbine
its three blades
turning or not turning
and everytime making you blink
at the unexpected beauty
of something
anything
so massive.

Do the thing that must be done.
Do all the things that must be done.
You have no time. You are
coming down
from this place
in the air and
nothing is
guaranteed for you
or certain. You cannot say
if that bottom
of this hill
will be yours.

Do the things that must be done. Your
time is
so short
spin the blades
they are turning now
generation
and energy
and flight
do all the things that
must be done

with the same
exacting
grace.