Delta Square
- January 29th, 2012
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Posts Tagged ‘black’
Acrobats in the air,
Fire driven hard and rare.
The many left replete,
A few favoured beyond care.
There beneath the tongues creep,
Broken,
Shattered,
Pressured,
Ready to weep.
Rounded domes
Clear but white
Clouded vision
Invisible at night
Searing rivers
Driven by spite
Leaching poison
A necessary rite
Why are the birds so generous?
Are they conscious of their gift?
Do they fly to remind us of freedom?
Do they dip and wheel to dispel the bonds binding our earth bound limbs?
For a brief moment question and answer collapse.