stitched to bluest sky
flightless bird
i balance on the curves and edges
on the corners and precipices

Ravens and larks unpuppeted remark
on finest weather
while i tethered
issue complaint

a spider’s webbing
has pinned me
a flightless fish
i gulp
and strangle
endlessly tangled
in which i am
and which I’m not

i aim for one definition
and find myself falling
unnaturally falling
out of the blue


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