the air is hanging water,
curtains of clouds bury
what gives birth in quiet gathers
...red glow whispers
and chirps breathing
in the dark pools
time keeps after midnight
to gift the Dawn
and assure those
who might be sleeping
that not every seed
rises and climbs
where we may not be able
to fly home to...
I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
May 21, 2011
she said I didn't need wings to leave my feet
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what gives birth in quiet gathers
...red glow whispers"