crusted. edges move slow.
under the spun wilderness.
feet, wings and flippers.
the sky we see. and the one
that comes anyway. winded.
travel becomes necessary.
borders clash over time.
mantra, massacre and message.
leaders learn to be there. after.
all the decisions are made.
my sweet wing is precious.
anointed in songbreath. swoon.
it flies high as my head
to make the ball small.
to make my fall. all the way
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