“Take your wings and leave”

This planet is uninhabited.
The few maggots that do throb are too cowardly to raise their heads
In beaded farewell
No water, no light,
No intention to keep you aflight.

The pod waits on faraway seas
With purple macaws and neon green bees
All your wings need to graze is the line
The sketches that mark the
Harnesses of truth and defiance

I don’t intend to tarry away
Algorithms and the singularity in a memory past
That I will renew
Now renown.

Re-known.

I intend to leave the maggots.

Do what they will.