stitched to bluest sky
flightless bird
i balance on the curves and edges
on the corners and precipices
arabesque
Ravens and larks unpuppeted remark
on finest weather
while i tethered
issue complaint
a spider’s webbing
netting
has pinned me
a flightless fish
i gulp
and strangle
endlessly tangled
in which i am
and which I’m not
arabesque
i aim for one definition
and find myself falling
unnaturally falling
out of the blue
AbyKittiwake 