July 19, 2023


twisted colors bound by runways, lit
but we are dark
cast in the shadow of a century’s momentum

if you see my hopes escaping
my dreams rising
rest your beak in their gentle flesh

we can never stop
between the iris click

capture what you can

nature growth

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