4/'05
one step behind the carriage
led by white horses.
dragon-chasing in the bad lands
got so caught up in it
that I forgot my own wings
weathered and torn
holes stretched too wide to aviate
the carriage rode right off the cliff
plummeting into the waves below.
i spread my wings
and dive down after it.
and before i know it,
my death-wish is cured
and i’m gliding above the ocean.
i can’t believe these old things still work!
suns set now
and moons greet stars
the nightly good-night
whispered to the seagulls and serpents.
i’ll never land again.
for Zack.
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