With heartbreak and loss...
does the Divine hear our thoughts?
Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,
WHOOSH!
On hands, on knees,
wind, hair, cascade, face.
I cry out -hoary breath,
sobbing, tender, the freeze.
FUP-FUP-FUP
Painful sheering burning ice upon my forearms...
to die is a warmth here.
Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,
He lands and screeches,
talon'd feet below,
swaddling of wispy bandages
knees bent in reverse,
awkward pose o'er me
I look up and I see!
Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,
Creature of arms species of wings, bandied, banded...
almonded eyes so black, large, -peering.
FUP-FUP-FUP
It knows of pain.
To deliver me, -here.
...away from the world
I exist in short space,
I lean back my haunches,
expiate my yeornful heart!
Torn out but beating and in pain no more?
I am leaving with this messenger...
Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning,
To the Van...
to the van...
Turning feathers, black and flickers,
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning.
...spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning.
...spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning.