Shock me soundly, brittle bird
crunch me under stained glass shards
crash my plane of what's unheard
breaking me hard.
Acquaint me soundly, brittle bird
make the song of an empty sea
strip me bound of all I learned
falling me free.
Sleep me soundly, brittle bird
dream me of hallow and point crest
squeeze and shake out saintly words
filling my rest.
If anyone wonders the weights and ideation behind my name, here is a small poem. Originally inspired by the song 'Red' by Lost In The Trees; which I think is absolutely beautiful.
©2015, Brittle Bird
