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After Icarus flew through the timeless zone, and into our time,

he did not merely fall from the sky; rather, he executed a

controlled landing---perhaps a little clunsy, but this must be

explained by his consider inexperience with the vagaries of the

twentieth and twenty-first centuries which (from this perspective

look far too much alike in terms of flaws and debacles).

Icarus offered his wings to the sun;

his tale to the ancient poets of his time;

but his beauty---long-haired and adolescent

(most usually naked, and most often engorged and tumescent)---

he has given to our swimming pool, which received him at the

conclusion of his descent; he who defied gravity, calendars and clocks

now swims in my backyard, clad only in a pair of thigh high socks.

Starward