We may only postulate the beauty that awaits beyond these gates of probability.
Haughtily in wait of wax wings
clutching the stolen tools that experience brings
father laid out the flight pattern
crying out against the vile lament.
Examining the sun in melted, and falling feathers, against fathers wishes.
drowning in the negligent sediments of the blessing, lost.
flightless in sightless frost
tossed
into eternity
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
We may only postulate the beauty that awaits beyond these gates of probability.
Haughtily in wait of wax wings
clutching the stolen tools that experience brings
father laid out the flight pattern
crying out against the vile lament.
Examining the sun in melted, and falling feathers, against fathers wishes.
drowning in the negligent sediments of the blessing, lost.
flightless in sightless frost
tossed
into eternity
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