Him, YAH.

Many would love to fly,
Many end up getting high.
I….seated with Him in the high places.

Many more want to fly something,
All they’ve got is the memory of a kite.
I….under the shadow of His wings.

Many are the pilots in series,
But this….I call this, p~(h)igh~(f)loat.
I don’t mean to aggravate language.

Behold the beginning of levitation,
Ascendance courtesy of the Transcendent one.
Behold a work of the Lifter of men.
YAH, my strength and my song.
~Daabris