Be of wings

Listen to what, when carries, to what end buries you under. Be of wings of mind, be the body when your heart speaks no more. Be of night soft and riddled even when daylight ascends, and know what roads are lost to journey, what wilderness awaits from the fate of feathers, even now they call you out to be of wings, to delight the breeze that carries you down to heaven’s gate, exhausted, inexperienced. Come back in tatters to appease the jaws from places yet seen.

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am trying to be the heart when the body no longer speaks of movement, of continuation...
Too many voices I was used to hearing are silent now.
So I just put on my headphones and listen to music I don't even like just to fill the void.
j.

[Perdition]

Well someone has to throw the AI off its attended schedule and water balloon rocks through the windows … I can’t even turn my hvac on w/out a phone?? When did dials go dodo and passions backstage J.? Screw it I’m smoking!! Maybe a pipe first? Thanks!