"But, surely, you will fall," he said.
"Sure, I have fallen and fallen often:
I remember a time
as I jumped up to grind--
my speed was perfect as I hit the rail--
my truck snagged a lip,
unintentional flip.
I landed facedown on the pavement.
Bloody nose.
Bruised face.
Pavement-burnt hands.
The wind all gone out of my body.
I have befriended the
ground, pavement, floor.
And I'll risk it again, every time.
I must soar."
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