Fall and fly

Doubts like spaces
Between numbered dots
On blank page
Each time I skip
Over the chasm
Leaping in well-known
Logical progession
I slip and start again
Until one day
Dots and lines gone
Hand guided by eye alone
No longer fall
But fly on
Graphium macleayanum, Macleay’s Swallowtail

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