(@Juicymorsel gave me a crumb, and I used it as seasoning to prepare a meal based on an idea that popped into my head this morning. Thanks, Morsel...)
point your self
skyward
and rise
breathe until
the air reveals
its original name
and hear
the cry of every
longing heart
their aspirations
collect in the fingers
of your immaculate wings.
I have shivers. I think this is my favorite of all of your verse, and that's saying a lot. Brilliant, Mark!
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