don’t fill my sky with your drab colours some paint by numbers sketch of my heart I didn’t start in the same place
nor run a race of known particulars nor assume any thought to exhume and paint sacred..
these words true wings and wind should light or Muse inhabit the feathers slick and mocking all angels their leather faded
their leers jaded the majesty of intimacy every goodbye set free into a hot crackling sky purple in its veins..
early we woke Night and all that spoke lest they be taken a Universe to the breaking noise of their words shadows to the hurt
and every world made sky again breath and new breath only idea knowing death wings never defining the wind..
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