Wild Icarus chased the sun in flight.
Drawn higher and higher by the warmth of the light,
he found, too late, from his dizzying height
that jealous orb's rays will broke no fight
nor cast any pity on his blinded plight.
Oh, why didn't they flee at midnight?
Imagination's Door
...where imagination runs wild!
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