You've found me
Writhing feathers
Held down by leathers.

You've found me.

Twitching, grasping, gasping.
Trying to wrap my mind around what it means to be alive.
And I don't know.

Butterflies take my insides
To some place anxiety could
Never muster.  
my adrenaline flows,
Only more pure.

And thoughts so fresh
So ancient
So true to what
We know is true.


This neat box they raised me in
The walls fell
And I can smell it still
Like nostalgia on a winter day...
But they are gone
And I could see for miles
If this fog would clear.