Beating wings pave the echo of our lost wonder. To fly. To spend a life airborne and in encumbered by the pull of this Earth’s overwhelming weight. To soar and meet the clouds, passing through their false idols and shaking wet from limbs that invaded Heaven. Known triumph, air circles, grows thin, blackens and freezes […]
Read MoreThe cloud swallowed the sun, the earth growing gray with cold mist. Angels sang in finished verse with divine melody woven as stitches to mend bleeding minds. And we cried at the lack of definition, surrounded by the siren song of sexless children, their wings thrumming a discordant rhythm that bruised the sky, and kept […]
Read MoreOnce it was beautiful, and our skin knew warmth with mutual kindness and our eyes caught the sway of our hips; bodies in time to special rhythms. The song decayed over fallen seasons, vibrance drained from ceaseless chills and assumptions, melodies a crumbling discord. Roll the fruit of our endeavor from the patch and it […]
Read MoreThe eagerness is to protect; track and kill whichever threat crosses any pane. Wild eyes search hungrily, expectantly, and the days saunter past the hunt with a brand of tremulous rhythm misspent on correction. Let them be free, one wonders? Windows cast like a lightbox, and stares flex against intrusion, animal instincts a strike away […]
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