if light occludes it
then close the eyes
hone it like a blade
these belong to you:
mistakes made
during flight
your deadly stall in a high arc
gravity indiscriminate
a chest of lead, heavy things held inside
the sternal cage
hope, breath
wings, ribs
the density of real desire.
come home
come home
on silent feathers
in wine-soaked kisses
brought through night's
battle
an alone sleeper waits
dreaming of flight
dreaming of fire
watching your cinders
fall to earth
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