Bird
Gilded cage–
the verse is free there,
but my wings, lyrical, have been clipped as
vocal cords,
deep, deep, deep in my throat,
an aurora sets in to the lower sky–
this lasts a while–
impermanent made temporarily permanent.
::———-::
New G.d
Here, here, here, here:
it is the time to relish.
I think that All will be Okay at the end.
May the flower-crown
sit so well
upon your
head.
thus spake the lord:
a new god — in an age without.
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