glimpse

 

Palm-tied to earth I love wings, cruising low so easily to accept golden seed from my fault-lines. Is my heart devoid of altitude, cauterized too often to feel anything but the blasted past of pain? No. Sky-seed’s in all veins. We’re rising beyond monochrome. The birds and I. You?

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