a fortunate day for the soul
a new sun in the gut
five birds taking flight
in the morning sky
a whisper and a sigh

and yet the dust will come once more

gilded shadows on the paths, an unknown resonance
a boiling rash on its bulbous flesh, memories of memories
deafened again by the throes of yore
the unknown its sole prospect
another step, despite it all
these wings shall yet come out

and finally, the winds

coma in any other form
ordeal imposed on those who never asked
trials to forget but how could you
unforeseen thoughts one shouldn't divulge
and how could i

drop of silver tumbling in the grass
twirling threads and swallowed colors
mixed results in these haunted lands
a fierce light coming from beneath

fumbling forth with feet aflame
a shallow soul, scrambling, scattered
desperation claims the best of them
best not to mention the weak