Rubric C. Cornelius
   held his tube aloft
      "See the bright skies!
and Purple mountain's majesty!"
    the sun was burning his nose
  "ah to be like Icarus
  To fly to the sky
   to the sun
    to rise above
       to fly too high
          too fast
             to watch the wax melt on your wings
                to watch them fail
                   and go crashing down
                      into the lake
                        or craggy rocks
                           like a beautiful Bruegel painting
                               crashing in the distance!"