*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.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
*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.
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