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*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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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
david-john-mowers
The Sumerian
*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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